letra de cartel - xtsy*
[hook]
i got so much unreleased
i make a li’ hoe, touch her knees
we send the shots, don’t call the police
she suck me up, she don’t use no t–th
she tryna f-ck, ima buy her some briefs
she tryna f-ck through my psd’s
lost my bro, so now i can’t sleep
lost my bro, got ptsd
told to my brudda don’t cuff no treesh
talk to my brudda don’t cuff no that
i been rollin’ i’m with my glock!
i don’t wanna fight, i wanna talk, talk, talk
even though [?] top, top, top
every time you drop that sh-t flop, flop, flop
hoes spot sh-t like mardi gras
[verse]
k!llas in the trap look like cartel
said he my brother i can’t even tell
came out the gutter sh-t didn’t go well
got it out the mud sum like oh well
i’ma need purple like okay wеll
called out slime like plеase don’t sell
called out slime like hit his sh-t
out of his mind what twin just did
got a young n-gga lined just flipped his sh-t
slime in the trap just flipped the whole brick
f-ck her friend like, so b-tch?
she wanna band like, no b-tch
slime yo’ man you on the hoe sh-t
slime yo’ boy you on the hoe sh-t
12 catch me then i don’t know sh-t
blood on his tee on some kickdoe sh-t
[verse]
asian hoe and she rockin’ alyx
call up slime finna get him hit
pullin’ out p.s.d. she want the d-ck!
she take a percocet n-gga off rip
move like shaq 03′ in the paint
don’t got a bag never cared what you think
i’m gon’ slide n-gga pullin’ up ranks
don’t got time ‘told her pull up the tank
me and my brother we slide in the tank
n-gga i’m sanctioned i go where you can’t
too many shots from the glock oh well
she seen her son n-gga started to faint
ride with the cartel n-gga
we gon’ ban that n-gga
me and rex, no sp-ce for no fan ass n-gga
you a snitch no time in the can ass n-gga
one hole, goal line, finna ran that n-gga
[hook]
i got so much unreleased
i make a li’ hoe, touch her knees
we send the shots, don’t call the police
she suck me up, she don’t use no t–th
she tryna f-ck, ima buy her some briefs
she tryna f-ck through my psd’s
lost my bro, so now i can’t sleep
lost my bro, got ptsd
told to my brudda don’t cuff no treesh
talk to my brudda don’t cuff no that
i been rollin’ i’m with my glock!
i don’t wanna fight, i wanna talk, talk, talk
even though [?] top, top, top
every time you drop that sh-t flop, flop, flop
hoes in the spot sh-t like mardi gras
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