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beretta! - xoslit lyrics

[chorus]
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f*ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p*ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f*ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p*ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
hold up wait b*tch just shut the f*ck up!
say that in every song i don’t give a f*ck!
its my flow imma do what i want!
imma pull up b*tch imma go buck!
imma go buck b*tch got a vendetta
p*ssy talking sh*t so we put him on a stretcha’
talking all that sh*t got me feeling kinda fed up!
sliding on the opps imma cut em like a shredda’
bam*bam b*tch kapow!
used to doubt me b*tch look at me now
gotta keep a stick when i’m walking around town
look at yo sh*t ye how yo fish drown
my racks up b*tch yo racks down
break a b*tch heart yeah i watch a b*tch frown
shot up prom got blood on her gown
doing my sh*t imma do it all dolo
hop up in the coupe, b*tch we going to kyoto
punch a b*tch out if she taking a photo
beat a boy ass got mе feeling like i’m loco!
you is not me yeah you got no flow
oh sh*t hеy, hi, h*llo
counting up dinero like a mother f*cking cholo
why you stuck playing like a mother f*cking cello
bad b*tch ass fat, bouncing like some jello
talking all that sh*t like you making racks b*tch h*ll no
h*ll the f*ck no
you don’t got sh*t bruh f*ck you
[bridge]
f*cking brokie ass fool
p*ssy as b*tch bro like
hop up off my d*ck bro
and like one real question
where the f*ck did the f*cking beat go?
[chorus]
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f*ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p*ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
got a long stick with a extra long ‘retta
imma sick f*ck talking slit can murda’
counting all these chips while you counting nada
stole a p*ssy flow but i’m doing it betta’
hold up wait b*tch just shut the f*ck up!
say that in every song i don’t give a f*ck!
its my flow imma do what i want!
imma pull up b*tch imma go buck!
imma go buck b*tch got a vendetta
p*ssy talking sh*t so we put him on a stretcha’
talking all that sh*t got me feeling kinda fed up!
sliding on the opps imma cut em like a shredda’
bam*bam b*tch kapow!
used to doubt me b*tch look at me now
gotta keep a stick when i’m walking around town
look at yo sh*t ye how yo fish drown
my racks up b*tch yo racks down
break a b*tch heart yeah i watch a b*tch frown
shot up prom got blood on her gown
doing my sh*t imma do it all dolo
hop up in the coupe, b*tch we going to kyoto
punch a b*tch out if she taking a photo
beat a boy ass got me feeling like i’m loco!
you is not me yeah you got no flow
oh sh*t hey, hi, h*llo
counting up dinero like a mother f*cking cholo
why you stuck playing like a mother f*cking cello
bad b*tch ass fat, bouncing like some jello
talking all that sh*t like you making racks b*tch h*ll no
h*ll the f*ck no
you don’t got sh*t bruh f*ck you

- xoslit lyrics

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