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letra de paraphernalia 2.0 - bigkaybeezy

[intro]
(ayy, who made it? millan made it)

[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
drug paraphernalia under my nails, i make sales, i do drugs
i might send some of these slugs in your mail
chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
i smoke og cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what i’m—?
sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
how you couldn’t tell it was a dead mission? tweaking with my lil’ hitter
my shorty said, “gang, i’m ready, just got through bl!ckin’,” i f-ck around, hit ’em
i said, “go spin that b-tch again, make sure his ass all hit up”
[verse 1: bigkaybeezy]
all on the ‘gram talking about come get up, with him, that’s why that n-gga a lemon
he a vegetable
i just put a few drills on my schedule
when i step out in that fiеld, i get medical
i mean surgical
what’s thе word? i got birds in my furniture
baby, don’t hit the curb, no alerting ’em (grrt, baow, baow)
hop out, we burning ’em (baow, baow, baow, baow)

[chorus: bigkaybeezy & g herbo]
drug paraphernalia under my nails, i make sales, i do drugs
i might send some of these slugs in your mail
chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
i smoke og, cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what i’m—? (uh, let’s get it)

[verse 2: g herbo]
real street n-gga, i seen bails
i had drugs in my nails
i dug jail, said, “f-ck twelve” (four side, f-ck ’em)
come from nothin’, i can’t fail
let off sh-lls, throw up ls (ls)
hustler, i’m like, “oh well,” go to h-ll and make sales
foenem ridin’ like they doin’ stunts (ayy)
run up paper every month
b-tch, ain’t no doin’ fronts (you know that)
she gon’ suck this d-ck, get up, b-tch, ain’t no doin’ brunch (come on)
is you ready to f-ck or what? i’m not gon’ text for months (b-tch)
and if we start off in the dm, i won’t text her once (not once)
i’m that n-gga, can’t tell me nothin’ (g herbo)
twenty-ten, f-ck all the b-tches ’cause my whips was a hundred, plus (yeah)
been that n-gga, if all your n-ggas ain’t got six figures, can’t me nothin’ (nothin’)
all my opps never been on sh-t
if we count them l!cks, that’s a hundred blunts, b-tch (f-ck n-gga)
[chorus: bigkaybeezy]
drug paraphernalia under my nails, i make sales, i do drugs
i might send some of these slugs in your mail
chinchilla fur on my new rug, can’t you tell?
i smoke og cookie by the bud, blood, can’t you smell what i’m—?

[verse 3: bigkaybeezy]
all in the corner, clutchin’ a .50, make sure a n-gga torso burn, we medical
drop the lo’, we kick his sh-t in like lil’ folks ‘n them wrestlers
i put my b-tch on a pedestal
i put them bricks and them hits on my schedule
let’s hit a l!ck on that medicine, but you gotta keep that on the hush

- bigkaybeezy

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