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letra de ​giveaway - ​yuke

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[verse 1: yuke]
i’m mentally thrown, just look at my eyes
look at my eyes, no soul inside
trap at night, no soul in sight
hop on a [?] to peek through the site
n-ggas is slow so they gonna die
short-haired b-tch, she look like a dyk-
emo b-tch, she rockin’ the thighs
yee-hee on the block, no mike
n-gga got shot, the za’ don’t bite
actually it might ’cause zaza be laced
i f-ck on a ho, say a day is a day
i touch bread, we cannot relate
back of the plug, we use him as bait
got all the pounds, got all the shade
tall n-gga runnin’ yo’ sh-t and he take
crash-out dummy, yeah, i’ll beat your face
he ain’t really tryna die, okay?
i ain’t raw but he just gavе it away
f-ck n-gga knew to not be a snake
[?], it feel likе earthquake
you ain’t comin’ back, you get hit with this sh-t
practice the aim, make sure i can’t miss
reach in the bag, extended my clip
sit in that whip, now that boy is rich
scratch off, take that boy off the list
i don’t need pills to hit me a l!ck
twelve minutes over, you spendin’ ya sh-t
shots fired, got dead in ya sh-t
walked down to that deli and sh-t
f-ck all that talkin’, that shot goin’ in
n-ggas is shootin’ for angel and jinn (f-ck, f-ck, f-ck)
f-ck, we put his ass in a gym
walk downhill, see this sh-t in my hand
sh-t in my hand and we made n-ggas ran
[verse 2: kushbabykeys]
[?], that boy was laggin’, had to get him dropped
boy, they fanned out, come around and make they city hot
said i dress funny, b-tch, these balenciaga crocs
boy, you a apd, we know you was doin’ pleas with the cops
you was down bad without service, he had to use on my hotspot
i got a bad ho with a body, she got a whole lot of ass shots
i smoke my za’, b-tch, you know i gotta sprinkle a little bit of the crack rock
i got all these bands, i could f-ck a bae, i just got rich off a laptop

- yuke

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