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lirik lagu ds4 – 1aaron

[intro]
turn on that sh*t, brazy
fah fah fah fah
fah fah fah fah
you feel me?
h*ll yeah, cato

[verse 1: 1aaron, davi dynamic & gtb tezz ]
my hoe look like latto
but my b*tch built like she nicki
hit her knees and make her swallow
don’t want no kids, i’ll send her 50
big drac’ with a drum and it look like a titty
radical stuff, i ride with a semi (brrah)
ttp, who the f*ck really winnin?
bentley bentayga, but this sh*t ain’t rented (go)
vvs, come back for the return
stop drinkin’ that liqour, n*gga, know it burn
f*ck an early bird, n*gga, i don’t eat worms
we f*ckin’ his moms, gotta wait my turn
creep on a opp n*gga house like a perv
shoot at the whip, make the f*ck n*gga swerve
we f*ckin’ for hours, i just popped a perc’
i react on the drink cuz she gеt on my nerves
beat a f*ck n*gga down, takе a sh*t on his face
whole gang in this b*tch, it’ll lead to the race
i be simpin’ too much, got a son on the way
fat b*tch on my side, head adjusting my lace
how the f*ck you lose a submarine in a lake?
indian b*tch, talkin’ with the apes
i’m rockin’ the mikes, n*gga, and they fake
just found out i had a cousin named jake
[verse 2: 1aaron]
i just found out i had a cousin named rob
he flexin’ 10 bands, then he finna get robbed
i can tell she eat d*ck, just look at her bob
f*cked on a muslim the p*ssy was wild

[verse 3: davi dynamic & gtb tezz]
hakuna matata, say “hi!” to allah
young carti, i had to dress up with my sock
yo mama a freak, she be eatin’ that c*ck
this crack got the fiends doin’ sh*t i ain’t saw
police on the way, drop the d*ck out the car
a n*gga sh*tty just like bo*man
f*ckin’ a big b*tch, need more than 2 hands
my n*gga ugly, bro, let’s go on a 2*man

[verse 4: 1aaron]
(on god)
wake up in the mornin’, might hit up a dyk*
ain’t gettin’ no p*ssy, i’m beatin’ my pipe (beat on my pipe)
me and my twin hit the same b*tch twice
hit a hoe from the trap, she can’t pay for her lights

[spoken: gtb tezz, 1aaron, & davi dynamic]
b*tch can’t pay for her lights, that b*tch broke
dirty ass b*tch, can’t even pay for a* 5 dollar footlong
man that sh*t cra*zy, that sh*t crazy
section 8 housin’ monkeys
man that sh*t
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
[verse 5: davi dynamic, gtb tezz, & 1aaron]
just looked at a n*gga, he lookin’ like timmy turner got the burner
hardest in the trap, known strictly for servin’
popped me a fake perc’, this sh*t ain’t work [brrd]
hol’ on, my b*tch, was scratchin’, i’m burnin’
i need a fat hoe who really twerkin’
i need a fat hoe who ain’t a virgin
just cut a fat b*tch who really burnin’ like bacon
rosa parks, “get out the seat”, b*tch it’s taken
thank martin luther king, cuz he really the greatest
i can f*ck a white b*tch on the ‘gram in my bas*m*nt
catch a opp n*gga like chris hansen
serve a n*gga that boogie, he still dancin’
served a fake perc’, got his leg crampin’
(woo)
uh, fat b*tch got an ass in the front
when i hit from the front, i be watchin’ it jump (go)
just like it’s ’06, boy, watch the cadillac (jump, go)
i keep sellin’ bricks in my cadillac clumped
i can’t go to sleep, gotta wait on the plug
ttp, with the drugs and the guns
pull ya pants up, i can see ya buns
open that mouth, tryna buss on that tongue
who got the ‘za, i’m tryna go up
keep talkin’ sh*t, i’mma spit in his cup
bbl b*tch, hit the cup on her b*tt (suii)
b*tch, i been kickin’ some sh*t like my cousin
my cousin holdin’ it down, while i run from the plug
f*ck on a mama and beat on her son
indian diamond, the glock make ’em run
beat up the pot with the glock, like the sun
[outro]
yeah

- 1aaron

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