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letra de bag check - y$57

[verse 1: y$57]
f-ck boy you wanna test me
bullet in yo’ chest piece
f-ck boy trynna beef
i pull up, like imma chess piece
this glock for you especially
you b-tches act so specially
i press him thru’ the dms
call the cops, cuz im his enemy
all these b-tches dip
i come quick
you a b-tch
neck slit
motherf-ckers wanna get it like this
imma show
what it is
idols turn into my rivals
you the one, target aquired
turn his clique into a choir
you a twink, that f-ck on minors
you a lame, you a goof
this my lane, imma gook
dade county in the roof
you say midnight, i say boof
imma beat you into two
you were cut
where the noose?
thats why x cut yo’ verse
you is washed, you is cursed
[verse 2: k.v.n]
that’s why you a b-tch, talkin’ tough but you lil’ bro
why wait? throw that f-ckin’ b-tch, out the window
aye, yuh, b-tch go f-ck yourself, like a nympho
why the f-ck you recycle yo’ friends, they like sh-t, though?
h.u.r.t gang, in this f-ckin’ b-tch, i tell em’ back up
all these f-ckin’ drugs inside my body, i’m boutta act up
we don’t give a f-ck on what it takes to get the racks up
yeah, i’m broke as f-ck and yo b-tch want me in her assh0l-

[verse 3: brxnd]
7.62 through your d-mn head
deflate what that ego inflated
make out a noose out mother f-ckers d-mn dreads
watch him cry with that critical damage
kami talkin stupid imma cl!ck him like a powerpoint
ridin on my d-ck i’m gonna snap his f-ckin ball joints
talkin all that sh-t i’m boutta shoot him like some steroids
sippin out the bottle freshen up just like its altoids
aye aye
how the f-ck you lookin like dyk- b-tch
why the f-ck you talkin like a white b-tch
sh-t up on a track better wipe it
boy you sounding corny better lock in
product of drugs you a product of failure
product of greatness your boy need a savior
walk like im jesus not born in a manger
stand at attention salute to your major
[verse 4: ganta x]
i do not f-ck with the flex
put (?) into his neck
(?)
aye
i take his brother, his mother, his father, sister and uncle and turn him swiss cheese
(?) put the blade to his gun, put him down, it will make my relief(?)
i don’t (?) f-ck kami, (?)
you said it was target acquired (?)
you some b-tches
(?) fit the checklist
you a f-ck n-gga, you a b-tch, you a f-ggot
his money has been tested, but couldn’t pay his bag check
skinny lil’ b-tch, go watch his dreads break his d-mn neck

[verse 5: omxnemo]
this rule number one you don’t go f-cking with my money b-tch
wouldn’t gave a f-ck if you had kept your f-cking mouth shut
slither motherf-cker wanna test and get your wig split
you ain’t tote no metal p-ssy keep your f-ckin’ tongue tucked (you say you a b-tch?)
rich pr-ck but p-ssy boy can not afford a bag check
chihuahua lookin ass you f-ckin mad okay what’s up then
why you built like paper go and hit a f-ckin bench press
you know that won’t help you i’ll still pop you like a soviet

- y57

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