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letra de drugstore cowboy - big dawgs

[verse 1: broke boy beachy]
boy i’m beachy and you know i’ll put you in that casket
stop fighting for that stuff, i’m mr. finna pass it
broke boy beachy, bro you know that i’m gonna profit
song too hot, bro you know that i gotta drop it

i got that shotta flow 7 times but i ain’t choppa
tryna mess with me? this the end of your saga

[verse 2: lil skibussy]
trust me y’all don’t want the fame it’s more of a curse
so let’s get right to the show cuz we got no time to rehe-rs-
got these fire ants all over me i need to see a nurse
boy you thought that that was bad? trust me it only gets much worse

my brain feelin’ so fried after writing every verse
i need some aspirin so i pull up to rite aid with lil splurge
and we so tired of this bum that always loafs around thе curb
call him a drugstore cowboy, ain’t that a movie? i’m not sure

[verse 3: c-money]
bring you to your knees and makе you testify
yeah, i make all these racks and you know it ain’t no lie
count ‘em up like 1 2 3 to the power of nine
c-money you know i’m rich, yeah this life so divine
i’m on the way up, yeah, there ain’t no stoppin me
all these kids obsessed, yeah, i live in they heads rent free
there is too much evidence, imma have to take a plea
i want all of y’all to know that this gon be a sight to see

[verse 4: lil splurge]
kids in the back, counting stacks, all our music slaps
they might think it’s trash, i don’t care, i’m still counting cash
running up the bag like an athlete
i just crashed the jag so i run off like a track meet

you know that i flex, i’m up next, splurge never stress
chillin with your ex, while i’m watching shrek, play puck like this quebec
my numbers goin up like a rocket
give me all your money or i’ll empty out your pockets (die)

[verse 5: lil girth]
boy i’m lil girth, and i’ll inject you with lead
hate buyin’ whole grain, we buyin’ white bread
just got a lobotomy, think i’m getting dumber
jumped a little kid, it was little boy drummer

spittin’ too much fire, bro, you know we gotta stop it
we messed up in the crib, yeah we eating hot pockets
bullets make him dance like a jackrabbit
if you see me with my glock, i go and i grab at it

- big dawgs

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