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lirik lagu sh*tfacefreestyle – luvbanz

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[intro]
(yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f*ck, ’cause a n*gga hot now
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all them boys they p*ssy, i heard you ain’t pop ou*
(prod tag?)

[verse]
(hrrr)
(mmm, [?])
(mmm, mmm, huh)
(yeah, yeah)
b*tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pushed up in a porsche truck, went and dropped the top down (hrrr)
all these lil’ ho wanna f*ck, ’cause a n*gga hot now (yeah)
came in with them glocks tucked, went and pulled them glocks out (yeah, yeah)
all thеm boys they p*ssy, i heard you ain’t pop out (yeah, yеah)
how you dissin’ on the gang, when your mans wan’ be in this
all them n*ggas p*ssy, i won’t stress, i won’t beef in this (yeah)
all them n*ggas corn, i ain’t stressin’ bout no street sh*t
i got n*ggas watchin’ you, f*ck you mean i’m sweet b*tch (hrrr)
walk down on another opp, let’s see who might be next
choppa rip right through his stomach, make a n*gga see [?] (brrr)
b*tch, don’t even try to hop on my wave i make you seasick
all my n*ggas totin’ straight trees, we tote big sticks
walked in then i’m talkin’ sh*t, all these n*ggas opposite (yeah, yeah)
you n*ggas be hoes, huh, and you wan’ be opposition ([?], hrrr)
you ain’t even really street for real, you ain’t even been in my position (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t even want no beef for real, n*gga stop doin’ all that dissin’ (woah)
and i know ’bout your gang, i heard them n*ggas folded [?] (hrrr)
every time they diss the dead a n*gga getting colder, colder (yeah)
n*gga getting bloodthirsty i can smell the [iron?] (b*tch)
i run me down an opp with a knife, put him in comas (hrrr)
run down in your house, say bye to your mama (yeah)
[?] in pajamas, k gon’ clap like thunder (yeah, yeah)
all black just like donda, give the chop to my mama (yeah)
[?] get them commas, you n*ggas jeffrey dahmer (ayy)
blues in my pocket, okay, greens in my pocket
like i’m f*ckin’ with the [?] (frrr)
drop a bag on another n*gga, then on another n*gga
let’s see which one these n*ggas try pull up in a he*rs* (grrrah)
f*ckin’ with them dogs, n*gga, you gon’ see a dog, n*gga
if you put your punk ass in that motherf*ckin’ dirt (yeah)
had to catch a [?], put that heat right on your ass
tryna run and not gon’ blast
for that blood, b*tch i’m thirsty (frrr)
all these p*ssies tryna murk me
all the opps they keep on lurkin (buh buh buh buh)
god, i’m crying to them nurses
now your mama f*ckin’ [?]

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