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chillin wit my woes - bloody! (taisiegel) lyrics

[verse 1: bl**dy!]
my bi b*tch from the town
always tryna f*ck when i come around
the n*gga p*ssy he can’t come around
spin his block, feed him a few rounds
she take out the c*ck and we go a few rounds
yes, b*tch, i smoke out the pound
yes, i feel like [?] the way i’m sayin’ yes
if a n*gga play, he get shot in the chest
she suckin’ my d*ck and i’m leavin’ a mess
the za wit’ the grabba, it’s punchin’ my chest
she in love wit’ me ’cause i piped it the best
i push d*ck in n*ggas ho’s, then i text that n*gga and i let him know
might watch them all run up on a n*gga and put the cutter to his throat
off that good drank wit’ thе xanax, got a n*gga really movin’ slow
run up and shoot a n*gga in the head, makе a n*gga bend over like a ho
if i pull the cash out on this b*tch,1 i know she gon’ bend over like a ho
that b*tch might smoke on a n*gga weed, but she got the dirty lips of a ho
make a b*tch put her lips on my d*ck, she have to go do the same to my bro
i’m insane just like my bro, i’m insane if you let me know
i went insane, n*gga, punch your brain, n*gga, if you f*ckin’ ’round wit’ the bros
pop me a perc, but i’m fightin’ back, i’m in this b*tch, goin’ toe to toe
in this b*tch goin’ toe to toe wit’ the opps n*ggas, finna up the score
and my white b*tch sniffed coke too hard, she d*mn near broke her nose
and that n*gga don’t smoke like me, he smelled the za and it twist his nose
she suck d*ck like a p*rnstar, she got a n*gga curlin’ at the toes
i’m chillin’, n*gga, wit’ my woes
i’ll die, n*gga, for my woe
i’ll slide, n*gga, for my woe
i’ll cry, n*gga, for my woe
for my woe, for my woes
for my woes, for my woes
[chorus: xaversobased]
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe
my woe, my woe

[verse 2: xaviersobased]
f*ck that b*tch, yeah, f*ck that b*tch
pull up in that f*ckin’ sh*t
f*ck that b*tch, f*ck that sh*t
opps run down, i’ma split his wig
had come days, yeah, i been in the crib ’cause i been feelin’ sick
she told me when she smoke on that blunt she got some silly sh*t
money on me, i get plenty, b*tch
n*ggas talkin’ down, i’m sendin’ sh*t
he wanna flex money, i’ll take that sh*t
her back i might break that sh*t
i’m tryna get this cake, that dip
i’m just tryna get cake, that dip
one chance, i’ma take that risk
you talkin’ down, boy you’s a b*tch
i be h*lla flexed up, woah
i be in this b*tch like woah
b*tch, i’m gettin’ money and i’m f*ckin’ ho’s
i be gettin’ checks, h*lla bands, i’m in the store
walked up in the party*

- bloody taisiegel lyrics

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