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bloody! (taisiegel) - chillin wit my woes 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+

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