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letra de ‎michael phelps cover - babysantana

[chorus]
when i walk around with a band
all these hunnids’ in my hand
off the lean, i can’t stand
i might fly out of j-pan
i’m so high i can’t land
i got a plug out in thailand
i might go buy some land
i might go buy a crib
i might beat her back and dip
i wanna go and cop a patek
swim around like michael phelps
i’m so high that i can’t feel
spin again if i hear that he ain’t dead
i’ma cha-cha in his crib
walk down, i’ma shoot his kid

[verse 1]
i’m so high like i don’t know
shorty said “brrr” on my phone
don’t you ask me, like i don’t know
i ain’t focused about no hoe
i’m just scared of going back broke
take no l, all i do is score
spent like ten racks and more
spent like ten racks on his dome
[verse 2]
balenci on my toe
yeah, put it to the back of his head
spin again if i heard he ain’t dead
you talkin’ hot boy, you the feds
he got on number nine, it was bread
no, can’t save you
you thought you was “bae”, but you not
i thought i was wasted
but i got a glock, this glock finna fade him
run off with that, run off with that—
keep yo—
keep yo girl away from me, ’cause she just gave me top
and my vvs, i got them diamonds in my watch
and i got vvs diamonds, uh, uh

[verse 3]
and i’m takin’ yo lil’ thot, i’m makin’ plays, ’cause i can’t stop
send some shots, juju wanna-be how them bullets make him drop
on the block with slime, just like ‘sito
i’m ready to blow just like a c4
the block got hot, just like a cheeto
gettin’ these chips, just like doritos
and they corny i ain’t talkin’ frito
he wanna feature, can’t get it for free though
empty the clip, and then i reload
look at my jeans, pockets on honor-roll, all hunnids
these lil’ boys be squares, punt it
catch ’em in traffic you know i’ma bust it
when a young n-gga you know its in public
kick back, in the trap, double drum attached
rollin’ through the a, thirty eight, tucked into my waist
and i don’t play, get up in my way and you gon’ die today
i can’t mess with yo gang, no, y’all can’t hang
two could split yo brain
[chorus]
when i walk around with a band
all these hunnids’ in my hand
off the lean, i can’t stand
i might fly out of j-pan
i’m so high i can’t land
i got a plug out in thailand
i might go buy some land
i might go buy a crib
i might beat her back and dip
i wanna go and cop a patek
swim around like michael phelps
i’m so high that i can’t feel
spin again if i hear that he ain’t dead
i’ma cha-cha in his crib
walk down, i’ma shoot his kid

- babysantana

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