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letra de snail (remix) - you can't hurt

[verse 1: ych king]
i got you runnin’ like sonic and sh-t
she say i’m scratchin’ her tonsils and sh-t
they got you runnin’ yo mouth like a b-tch
you claimin’ you hard but we know you a b-tch
tell yo b-tch not to tickle my d-ck
she gets hard when i’m sprayin’ the stick

[verse 2: ych black]
where’s my snail?
like your uncle i lost my job
finna get me a rim job
like a motherf-cker sayin’ boomshakalaka
oh sh-t, i still ain’t got no job
gimme that mic so i can hop
on a track like a bunny hop
i still lost my f-ckin’ job
n-ggas bout the fuzz like a cotton swab

[verse 3: ych blizy]
pull up with the scope
n-gga there’s no hope
get your b-tch’s ass and you know i’m finna grope
make a n-gga wanna go and hang on the rope
ayy glock with a pole finna sn-tch a n-gga soul
glock with a pole and that’s off with his soul
glock with a pole finna sn-tch a n-gga soul
ayy glock with a pole finna sn-tch a n-gga soul
ayy glock with a pole finna sn-tch a n-gga soul
[verse 4: ethan hills]
pull up with a pistol
n-ggas runnin’ back get the ???
osama hit a n-gga with the ???
huh
i’m back and i’m rappin’
i’m hitting n-ggas for nothin’
i got a couple of somethin’
???
huh
i’m rummy with the flow n-gga
better know how i’m steppin’ on this flow n-gga
everybody wanna go where i go
but i came back with the f-ckin’ h-10 (huh)
han solo uhh

[verse 5: ych black]
came out from the west
i’m ridin’ with jess
she rollin’ with the best
got a bulletproof vest
glock on my chest
man i’m comin’ for you next
sucker motherf-cker look r-t-rded when you flex
claimin’ you the best
man get that sh-t a rest
f-ck a rim job yo b-tch gimme neck
throatin’ this meat like it’s food for your thot
n-gga stop claimin’ you are what you’re not
i know these bars flew over yo top
got you in the scope finna pop yo top
like a f-ckin’ domino i watch you drop
n-gga stop claimin’ you are what you’re not
f-ckin’ red dot finna put you to a stop
like roof top c-4 you blow from the top
i end that verse like i end my opp
end that verse like i end my opp
[verse 6: ych king]
weed makes you relevant
p-ssy n-ggas irrelevant
yeah that p-ssy is medicine
smokin’ weed sippin’ medicine
p-ssy n-ggas be feminine
rappers think they’re my nemesis
but i’m far from these edisons
for starters i got more benjamins
their b-tches be settlin’
scammin’ em like they’re nigerians
but i’m a rare specimen
who’s lookin’ for someone genuine
who’s thick like a mexican
rides so hard that she’s peddlin’
’cause that p-ssy is medicine
gettin’ brain is a regiment

[verse 7: ych blizy]
put him on the t
this n-gga finna flee
runnin’ this sh-t like a referre
i ain’t never been no employee
these p-ssy n-ggas ain’t got sh-t on me
pushin’ these packs like i’m pushin’ trees
pushin’ these packs like a shoppin’ spree
goin’ to court tryna catch a plea
i f-cked yo b-tch you can guarantee
i f-cked yo b-tch you can’t disagree
ayy frenchin’ yo b-tch like i’m saying merçi, ayy
run yo sh-t n-gga you can feel free, ayy
ych blizy i’m the illest mc
[outro : you can’t hurt]
the beat just stopped
it stopped and i stopped with it i’m sorry
(sh-t)
like when i was when i finished what i said it stopped
(alright there’s nothing wrong with that)

- you cant hurt

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