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letra de bahamas - blurag

its blurag
i might just take a trip to the bahamas
lil boy i fell in love with yo momma
stay with the 44, obama
dont talk you dont tough you don’t want problems
i get the bread, the money, and commas
stacking the bread and cheese like mcdonalds
srt but to me its a honda
my b-tch she look like madonna
when i pop out don’t say a d-mn thing
i’m flier than an air plane
put a bad b-tch in her feelings
she dont even know my real name

i just pulled up in a drop top mercedes
money insane and the bank is on crazy
inside of the coupe white like slim shady
come get your hoe she wanna have babies
pop me a xan and now im feeling dazy
pour me a fo’ and i start moving lazy
you n-ggas fake and yall just dont phase me
yo girl at my crib and she wet like the navy

chugging that fo, this gon be way more than just a sip
girl let me know, what time me and u gon hit
we brang them poles, for any n-gga that got some lip
you gotta go, baby girl ima call u a lyft
my wrist is sick
my diamonds glisten take a pic
i know he p-ssed
me and his girlfriend making fl!cks
we pull up quick
and unload the glock thirty six
im way too rich
spoiled child how i throw fits
your money new
my money older
my necklace got heavy boulders
blue rari or black range rover
i know that you smell that odor
i might take a trip to dubai
im just that guy
lil b-tch im from that 225
we slang that iron
me and my n-ggas we swerve in that fast car
push in the gas hard, whip it like nascar
this ar gon go through his kevlar
he act like he tough but i know that he ain’t that hard
i just popped this big ass bean
im getting money you know what i mean
my neck colder than a soda machine
can’t love that how cuz she for the team

i might just take a trip to the bahamas
lil boy i fell in love with yo momma
carry the 44, obama
dont talk you dont tough you don’t want problems
i get the bread, the money, and commas
stacking the bread and cheese, mcdonalds
srt but to me its a honda
my b-tch look like madonna
ar and glocks, n-gga we got em all
n-gga talk tough and get bounced like a ball
put yo dukes, i’m tryna brawl
stand on my money i’m way too tall
bro in the back and he sipping on dirt
other bro geeking he off of the perc
the perc, the perc, the perc, the perc, (becker) the perc, the perc

- blurag

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