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letra de 05 - $tars - yung trashi

story:
lj: yo roll up
ivallios: n-gga i am, shutcho b-tch ass up
lj: n-gga you better respect, i bought the rellos and the b-tches
ivallios: n-gga we at my house, finna smoke my weed, n-gga you better respect
lj: mane whatever
r1: so how many blunts are yall rollin
ivallios: enough to withstand your f-cking voice
r2: don’t talk to him like that
ivallios: lj, these n-ggas really getting on my nerves
lj: well then hurry up and roll so we can get high
ivallios: alright, whatever

[verse 1]
stars around my head got me high of the opus
shorty said she like me , i think she bout to gold dig
ivallios is the namе you n-ggas wouldn’t know it
my blunt ? it stays green , yo sh-t unimportant
b-tch i make you scream get on ur knees and f-cking hold it
yеah we on ur block , sparking up and you know we posted
if my eyes are red ur finna die cause i am focused
my radio is blonded so yk the crew is jumping
that n-gga karrell a b-tch and he knows it
if he keep talking to staci imma punch his f-cking nose in
orange ski on and you know the pole is toted
130 noc on me , yes i am goated
[verse 2]
that p-ssy boy thought he got something
ski mask on and he kept running
hit up the store , yes im boosting
shorty ass fat, i think her name’s blessings
keep seeing stars feel like im falling
hurry up ,p-ssy boy, stop stalling
being broke is very appalling
and hating on i cause ur not me
im yo doctor lemme see
why you’re constantly b-tching
n-gga ivallios is just chilling
might give ur b-tch my cream filling
karrell got no cards cause a real n-gga dealing

[story]
lj: ayo, you know karrell took staci to the hilltop
ivallios: yo son what?
lj: yeah bro, he took her to the hilltop, they’re down there right now
ivallios: mccht. man i knew this b-tch was f-cking playing me, yo. i’m tried of her doing her that sh-t, yo. i claim her as my b-tch and she wanna go out with some other n-gga like what the f-ck
ivallios: i’mma show him how i f-cking roll. i’mma f-cking blow his brains out. i’mma f-cking k!ll him. that n-gga karrell? he’s a b-tch. i want him dead. i want him dead as soon as possible
lj: yo man, chill, you gotta chill out
ivallios: f-ck that. f-ck that. i want that n-gga dead. i want him dead, i want his head on a f-cking plaster, asap, no motherf-cking rocky, n-gga

- yung trashi

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