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letra de stogie! - .33 delirium

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[intro]
wakey-wakey, it’s time for school
c’mon, wake up, it’s time for school
c’mon man, ay you ready for school?

[verse]
b-b-blowin’-blowin’ gas [?] like i’m a [?]
[?] my face [?] executioner
all my b-tches [?] 3.5’s and pray to lucifer
anyone who try me, hit ’em with the soul extinguisher

[?] the backseat, [?] the police
anybody know me, [?]
[?] smoke unholy [?]
i spin sh-t like steve aoki, 3.5 [?] stogie

i-i-i said “looking for a reason i can leave ’em all dead”
he really wanna come and try me, p-ssy see who’s [?]
i-i-i just tell her “f-ck you too” and say that sh-t with my chest
how it feel to look back at me, know you looking at death

[?] grip the 9 and air it out
[?]
[?] blunts to the lungs
i got full metal rounds if he acting h-lla dumb
[verse 2]
okay like soul extinguisher, i shut your whole existence up
i don’t see no competition, just a p-ssy tryna stunt
[?] in the function ’cause we [?]
all these rappers make me think, ‘lil b-tch i feel like blowing up

blunt up on my lip, i got the grip up in my right hand
when i’m off the sh-t you see me walking like a dead man
make so many racks i need a thousand rubber band stacks
p-ssy wanna tryna me [?]

[?], b-b-bet you didn’t know that i would go and get this bag
now my pockets h-lla fat and you keep hating, boy it’s sad
b-tch i push it to the max so i can keep ’em looking mad
and i know they h-lla p-ssy, see the name and now i’m [?]

[?] straight to it, b-tch i’m quick to throw my fist
[?] until i break my wrist
boy you got no rizz, i do not know what it is
i just know that you a b-tch, everything about you [?]

[verse 3]
[?] contusions, leave his body in a mess
rigor mortis in effect, your finances h-lla stiff
eyes upon me everywhere like they do not know what it is
dracula, i’m sippin’ bl–dy [?] inside my whip
in my mentions hoping that can offend me
[?] wounds that i never mended
i feel offensive, [?] blended
i’m h-lla pensive, gripping my tool suspended

nothing like satisfaction, you getting hit [?]
location [?] detected, don’t f-ck with them, i’ll reject it
you get offended, i’m circumventing your presence
the motion that i presented is something you need to [?]

[outro]
okay like soul extinguisher, i shut your whole existence up
i don’t see no competition, just a p-ssy tryna stunt
[?] in the function ’cause we [?]
all these rappers make me think, ‘lil b-tch i feel like blowing up

- 33 delirium

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