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real face of this shit - miyaa-vuitton lyrics

winter, suck my d*ck
stop dissing me in them comments, b*tch
before i come kick over x candles
graah

[verse 1]
oh yagi b dissin’, go get back for your mans
catch a flock, he get hit wit’ his friends
he got a sister, she catchin’ these hands
don’t be opp, b*tches really be fans
bro got [?] some bands
i be dripped out in so many brands
if you tryna get high, then just come smoke some wit’ me, ’cause i smoke dead opps out all the strands, like
[verse 2]
them n*ggas broke [?] be a way
that n*gga shot if he jackin’ he doa
don’t do no talkin’, just catch me in pеrson
if she talkin’ hot, i’ma up it and let it spray
suck d*ck to those b*tchеs who feel a way
and if they want a feature, they gotta pay
i’m not jackin’ no opps, all of them n*ggas shot
and if they not the guys, i’ma add a k

[chorus]
n*ggas be popped, he the opps, bet
watch how he give me the drop
yeah that b*tch shot, she talkin’ hot, bet
my demons pull up to the spot
everyone stop, oh that’s the cops, nah
free all my bros off the rock
winter a thot, and she f*cked the flocks, word
don’t act like n*ggas forgot

[verse 3]
n*ggas be panickin’, swear they up on the score, but all of they bros keep on vanishin’
b*tches be losin’ me, no they don’t really be onto that
catch him and [?] damage him
murda b wack, she keep hoppin’ from hoods, like what the f*ck do shorty jack?
and she a wh0re, she keep talkin on bro, but danny heart was on the floor
like, i keep a strap tucked
why the f*ck murda keep dissin’?
danny got hit wit’ a mack truck
shorty gettin’ packed up
and the opp thots too, if they think they finna come act up
so i hit all y’all b*tches, yall just wanna get it, i’ma turn a b*tch to ashes
murda b p*ssy, she don’t really want no smoke, i’ma knock off shorty glasses
y’all b*tches dirt, y’all be f*ckin’ all the guys, they be bustin’ all y’all asses, like
let’s keep it a buck, winter, how many opps did you f*ck?
when you run into me better duck, like
kenzo balla b*tch, yuck
i’ma talk h*lla hot ‘cuz i’m onnat
i’ma leave murda brains on the doormat
[chorus]
n*ggas be popped, he the opps, bet
watch how he give me the drop
yeah that b*tch shot, she talkin’ hot, bet
my demons pull up to the spot
everyone stop, oh that’s the cops, nah
free all my bros off the rock
winter a thot, and she f*cked the flocks, word
don’t act like n*ggas forgot

[outro]
suck my d*ck, every opp f*ckin’ shot, b*tch

- miyaa vuitton lyrics

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