Correction Paroles Section par Xhulooo

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Slatt! Blatt! (We got BT in this b*t*h, piped up!)
Yeah! Bah!
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

Come through and shoot at your section
Cut that boy open, c-section
Walk out the house with my weapon
Don't got no bands, how you flexing?
B*t*h, I just smoked on some dope, I ain't stressing
F**ked on your b*t*h, got her head on me resting
She wanna stay for the night so she begging
If he talking sh*t out his mouth, we behead him
Kick his door like— open up
Said you was busy, I don't give a f**k
You can't put up your hand, took your sh*t and get snuck
Ain't do Dr. Miami, that boy tummy tucked

With hollows
He thought he got away but he got followed
Killed your lil' bro, that's a hard pill to swallow
I put seven bullets in his top like Mulatto
All these motherf**king racks, look like I hit the lotto
Yeah, I'm finna hop on a plane in an hour
He want his b*t*h but I told him she ours
That n***a talk on the net, he a coward
I need the money, it give me a power
My n***as water, that b*t*h is a shower
I got a stick and this boy tryna fight
That boy get put in the sky like a kite
I got my mask, I'm a thief in the night

Woah
Bullets be hitting your chest, yeah
Bullet go right through his head, made a mess
I'm not the one you should test
His [?] vest
Call up my shooter, his name is the best
If he talking stupid, get hit in his neck
Walk in the party, I got me a Tec 'cause I'ma just

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