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letra de temperature drop! - benji cobain

[verse 1: surf]
yeah, i took a shot of that henny, i’m dizzy
i walked in that b-tch and i’m fly like a frizby
you hatin’ on me ’cause you know that you miss me
i could’ve went to school, became a dentist
it’s crazy my money be long like her inches
my fingers be itchin’
i think i live in the matrix, because all i’m seein’ is digits
i swing for the [?]
i’m never showin’ my face like i’m fencin’
i never drop my location, i’m glitchin’
she wanna link with the kid, girl eventually
i got some hoes in australia, iggy
rip bankroll, i keep me a glizzy
she not gon’ stop ’till she make me finish
i spend the guap and i make it replenish, yeah yeah
these n-ggas lost as f-ck
they soft as f-ck, my guap is up
they talk is cheap, i’ma walking buck
my closet full, got lots of stuff
i smoke this gas ’till i feel stuck
my b-tch so bad, she make me blush
my b-tch so bad, she make me trust
my b-tch so bad, finna make me cuff, uh

[chorus: surf]
i need the guap, i need the guap, i need the guap for real, okay
i’m at the top, i’m at the top, i’m at the top for real, okay
got a new chain, it is so cold, temperature drop for real, okay
got a new chain, it is so cold, temperature drop for real, okay
[verse 2: benji cobain & surf]
look, i was maskin’ up like batman and robin
them sk!lls i acquired, i never forgot ’em
was only eighteen when i dropped outta college
a youngin wasn’t tryna sit in no office
sometimes i feel heaven-sent like a prophet
and sometimes i feel like the devil be callin’
regardless of that man i won’t never answer
a stripper, i’m up in this pole, turn that boy to a dancer
hit the plug, i tell him that we rollin’ up
we break it down, we roll it up, we smoke it dawg
but if we pickin’ up that weight
then we gon’ bag it up and we gon’ get it off
i’m talkin’ how the [?] ’cause i don’t want [?] to get involved
i know they be listenin’
since a youngin i been with the sh-t
don’t gotta like me, your b-tch [?], that’s on bro
can’t even look me in the eyes, you a hoe
i walk in the room and that sh-t goin’ cold
like for real, i be freezin’ from head and to toe
went from eighty to twenty below
i’m still throwin’ up fours
[?] my homies [?]
all of us lookin’ for smoke, like woah
my b-tch so bad, she make me trust
my b-tch so bad, finna make me cuff, uh
[chorus: surf]
i need the guap, i need the guap, i need the guap for real, okay
i’m at the top, i’m at the top, i’m at the top for real, okay
got a new chain, it is so cold, temperature drop for real, okay
got a new chain, it is so cold, temperature drop for real, okay

- benji cobain

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