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letra de fruitarian - y$57

[intro: y$57]
yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
ugh, ugh (sh-t man)
ugh, yeah, yuh
yeah, yeah

[verse: y$57]
workin my music
i’m throwing arrows, like i’m evil cupid
poppin’ a perc, i sleep and its lucid
i gotta army, for real, and suited
whole lotta war that making us wounded
making some bank, learning to k!ll
we shooting these bullets, and do it for thrill
i know how to aim, and thats a sk!ll
.30 be poppin, and you know the drill

[bridge: y$57]
semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill
all of you brains, spill (hah)
semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill (ugh)
you dont believe me, for real

[verse: y$57]
imma say f-ck it and pop me a pill
weak ass plug can’t supply and refill
pour up a four and you wanna come near
crackhead n-gga snorting advil

[adlibs: y$57]
semi automatic, ill
57 you should chill
all of you brains, spill

[verse: j$tacks]
yeah, yeah
don’t get yo sh-t bust
talking like he lit
we hit his b-tch and blow her legs front (come here b-tch)
shoot you in yo sh-t
cuz they gon [?] you gon say nun
shoot you in yo sh-t
and tell that b-tch to pick yo face up (bow)
b-tch we empty the clip
so rip the limbs up off these f-ck n-ggas
shawty say i’m ruthless, i go stupid
b-tch i’m dumb with it
p-ssy b-tch dont get me started
i’m r-t-rded, so dont f-ck with me
n-ggas know that errytime that we slide
it ain’t no hiding no-no ducking and sh-t
foe nem take his ass up top
and where the [?] and knock his dreads off
see my n-gga cut the hair off with the phantom
spin up here, we hit his friend
you kno we had to wet him on
play no games, we aim for brains (grrraa)
but b-tch you kno we aiming at yo skull

[outro: j$tacks]
say, b-tch y$, you finna stop sending me these short ass verses n-gga
let a n-gga get groovy, like f-ck!

- y57

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