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letra de rumspringa - big lettuce

[verse 1]
i don’t got hoes, the hoes got me though, forever and always
i cannot give her a ring but promise i’ll get her a rosé
our necklaces tangled, she do white gold but i keep it yellow like coldplay
she remind me of clare bonner, but she told me never seen snow day
used to hit doc for the tech and only get hit for the copay
used to wait round for a check, now i ain’t doin that, no way
couldn’t get work out in la but bet i got some elote
rome wasn’t built in a day so i won’t stop ’til my old age
crack me a cold one, she want me beat it like dolan, where are my trojans?
shorty you golden, runtz what i’m holding yea baby i’m rolling
she the main character
me i’m a stan, you could say i’m a fan of her
i’m tryna smoke, lets take it to canada
i’m bossing up, they might make me the manager
you only love me when it’s convenient
you just saying sh-t, you don’t mean it
do me dirty but you can’t clean it
if your loves a song, i need the remix
[chorus]
i say what i say
i’m just being honest
i’ll be in here all day
so you can save the comments
i’m working hard so i play
flexin’ but still stay modest
rip young king dave
we smoking big doinks in amish
i’ma run away
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
nah
i’ma run away
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
nah

[verse 2]
thot boys up by thirty
she talk to me dirty, i say “lord have mercy!”
she might score, no jersey, i might bounce to jersey
but that thing on poland spring, know she got me thirsty
saw she liked some old pic, 4 am, i caught her lurking
i was stussy’d down, she let me hit it in my birkies
i am not a jerk, i don’t pull up to where she working
i know it get shaky, i know nothing is for certain, nah
she like the chase? put my asics on and start running
she don’t let me spend my money
she wanna get doug, no funnie
i told her start an onlyfans but she wanna be a playboy bunny
yeah she look good humble but she look better when she stuntin’
we up all night, we don’t sleep until it’s sunny
zip in my pocket, why you tryna sell me twenties?
i got plenty, came here proper
light that zaza, nothing but net
boom shakalaka
no timmy turner but the runtz designer
yeah
[chorus]
i say what i say
i’m just being honest
i’ll be in here all day
so you can save the comments
i’m working hard so i play
flexin’ but still stay modest
rip young king dave
we smoking big doinks in amish
i’ma run away
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
nah
i’ma run away
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
and i’m never coming back
nah

- big lettuce

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