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letra de scores (ft. dam3) - young god blow

yessir
ha
ha
finna go
finna go
finna go
finna go

watch yo b-tch when she around me
i’m not the one to start no problems but she here for the team
getting buckets they be f-cking my mans pulling from deep
i be scoring like i’m dame but remember the 3
i’m a mvp

i get to bussin’ she beggin’
hit up yo shawty she neckin’
she with a god now
my face between her thighs like some leggings
and word to megan she blessin’
wap gonna send me to heaven
ooh thеm legs i be spreading’
i gеt to wreckin’ and webbin’ huoh
ha ha
d-mn a n-gga sweatin’
ha ha
she be shakin’ when i’m revvin’
ha ha
she like baby where you headin’
oh ha
i’m like on to better settings
baby girl you only good for a second
take his b-tch cut her off this is just a lesson
scores is what i’m getting while you stressing
second-guessing
my spirit is 87
i’m a living lethal weapon
and y’all better remember me
make me think that y’all kidding me
f-ck it
i’m in the conversation rhyming on
sh-tty beats i just
think that y’all rapping for the clout or the fame or the b-tches
i just be spittin to show my enemies tendencies
i’m done
f-cking up i see you b-tch tryna say that i’m lucky
i work for this sh-t
around the clock feel like a junkie
you heard me lil b-tch
mary drunk now she f-cking bl–dy
i’m from the lil trench
i seen my way out to the money

n-ggas know i been a phenom since the day i’ve been drafted
i think i’m
lebron james the way i’m moving thru traffic
you see i
grab the board run down the court on the fast break
i feel eyes over my shoulders hitting floaters
like ice cream and sodas
all my n-ggas eat like a fat b-tch
eating up all of the donuts
we be screwdriving
like we whipping all of them locomotives

i’m running miles over water like bridges
clutch from the hip i’m aiming at ya top and ripping off hinges
age of ultron digits cuz n-ggas can’t f-ck with the vision
i’m throwing dishes to my n-gga dam3 you know he be swishing
let’s get it

and it’s just the beginning
they fiending
we murder the snitches
that plotting
we poppin
yo papi
f-ck it we finally got it
hands up we running yo pockets
lil b-tch
imma go to wendy’s
but it’s closed
going to denny’s then
b-tch you made me mad
i’m f-cking yo friend for the h-ll of it
get my money stack it up
i stand on it i’m 9’10
watch yo b-tch when she around me
i’m not the one to start no problems but she here for the team
getting buckets they be f-cking my mans pulling from deep
i be scoring like i’m dame but remember the 3 ha

ha
ha
ha

- young god blow

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