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letra de beretta! - xoslit

[chorus]
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f-ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p-ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f-ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p-ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
hold up wait b-tch just shut the f-ck up!
say that in every song i don’t give a f-ck!
its my flow imma do what i want!
imma pull up b-tch imma go buck!
imma go buck b-tch got a vendetta
p-ssy talking sh-t so we put him on a stretcha’
talking all that sh-t got me feeling kinda fed up!
sliding on the opps imma cut em like a shredda’
bam-bam b-tch kapow!
used to doubt me b-tch look at me now
gotta keep a stick when i’m walking around town
look at yo sh-t ye how yo fish drown
my racks up b-tch yo racks down
break a b-tch heart yeah i watch a b-tch frown
shot up prom got blood on her gown
doing my sh-t imma do it all dolo
hop up in the coupe, b-tch we going to kyoto
punch a b-tch out if she taking a photo
beat a boy ass got mе feeling like i’m loco!
you is not me yeah you got no flow
oh sh-t hеy, hi, h-llo
counting up dinero like a mother f-cking cholo
why you stuck playing like a mother f-cking cello
bad b-tch ass fat, bouncing like some jello
talking all that sh-t like you making racks b-tch h-ll no
h-ll the f-ck no
you don’t got sh-t bruh f-ck you
[bridge]
f-cking brokie ass fool
p-ssy as b-tch bro like
hop up off my d-ck bro
and like one real question
where the f-ck did the f-cking beat go?
[chorus]
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f-ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p-ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f-ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p-ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
hold up wait b-tch just shut the f-ck up!
say that in every song i don’t give a f-ck!
its my flow imma do what i want!
imma pull up b-tch imma go buck!
imma go buck b-tch got a vendetta
p-ssy talking sh-t so we put him on a stretcha’
talking all that sh-t got me feeling kinda fed up!
sliding on the opps imma cut em like a shredda’
bam-bam b-tch kapow!
used to doubt me b-tch look at me now
gotta keep a stick when i’m walking around town
look at yo sh-t ye how yo fish drown
my racks up b-tch yo racks down
break a b-tch heart yeah i watch a b-tch frown
shot up prom got blood on her gown
doing my sh-t imma do it all dolo
hop up in the coupe, b-tch we going to kyoto
punch a b-tch out if she taking a photo
beat a boy ass got me feeling like i’m loco!
you is not me yeah you got no flow
oh sh-t hey, hi, h-llo
counting up dinero like a mother f-cking cholo
why you stuck playing like a mother f-cking cello
bad b-tch ass fat, bouncing like some jello
talking all that sh-t like you making racks b-tch h-ll no
h-ll the f-ck no
you don’t got sh-t bruh f-ck you

- xoslit

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