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letra de red & blue - young sabre

i’m really that man you fear, i’m really that boy you fear
copy my flow, on the floor—sh-t, leave you on the floor
new opportunities, b-tch, open the door
old opportunities, b-tch, leave them on the floor

we got pulled over tonight, we got pulled over tonight
sh-t, i seen the stripes—sh-t, the lights in my eyes
f-ck, it’s red and blue like my cup
i’m a real dog, b-tch, i ain’t a pup
if i told you it’s up, then it’s stuck
if i told you it’s up, then it’s stuck
b-tch, yeah—sh-t, i’m smokin’ the za’

this sh-t in my eyes, hop in the car
she in my eyes, my b-tch on my sidе
yeah, yeah, yeah—shе grippin’ my thigh
yeah, yeah—d-mn, i think i’m finna, finna…
what? i’m goin’ real crazy, uh
yo b-tch, she makin’ me lazy, uh
the drink, it makin’ me lazy, uh

yo b-tch, she makin’ me crazy, uh
hop in the car, leavin’ your b-tch in the car
ooh, she followin’ me out the car
ooh, she walkin’ up into the bar
ooh, d-mn—the bar in my house
i’m really in mansion, really got fashion
d-mn, boy, you know i got fashion, oh
hop in the whip—i ain’t crashin’
not no abel, not no abel—b-tch, i ain’t an ableist
but i’m so able to do sh-t that i do
just ’cause i work hard, b-tch, yeah
you know i work hard, b-tch, yeah
you know i work hard, b-tch, ayy
you know i work hard, yeah, yeah
i’m makin’ a lot, uh, uh

i’m makin’ my way—world paver
gang pavin’ that sh-t
if you know me, you know i ain’t a b-tch, b-tch
f-ck it up, told you what’s up—now it’s stuck, uh
told you it’s up, then it’s stuck, huh
f-ckin’ my b-tch, wanna touch, huh, sh-t

yeah, f-ck with my boys, and you gonna get touched, uh, uh
touchin’ the drac’—b-tch, it ain’t a c-ck, boom!
b-tch touchin’ the drac’—get boomed
f-ckin’ yo b-tch—she doomed
hop in the whip, go zoom, zoom, zoom
f-ck, i’m really zooted

i took a puff of this sh-t—now i think i’m goin’ clueless
i ain’t got a clue, b-tch—i don’t know who is you, b-tch
i don’t know who your friend is, but she up in my crib
f-ckin’ it up for me—take another sip for me
take all the puff from me, yeah, yeah
i ain’t got sh-t to say—man, put that in my face
d-mn, shake it in my face—d-mn, d-mn, i’m lovin’ the taste
man, she grabbin’ my legs—man, i’m grabbin’ her lips
ayy, she puttin’ that sh-t on my sh-t—bow, bow

know i really got fashion
hot boy, yeah, i got standards
hot boy, b-tch, i got standards—standards
no ned flanders—b-tch, i’m really fly
on simpsons, real bad sh-t

on simpsons, i’m like kyle, man—but i’m really bad

- young sabre

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