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letra de pub sub - brezden

[intro]
(e-e-enrgy made this one)
yeah
what the h-ll?
huh
how the h-ll?
ayy

[chorus]
i been chasin’ chicken tenders like a public sub
eat me like a tender, treat me tender, she grub and rub
ten toes, can’t fold like a dove in doves
i got diss ‘bows f-ckin’ with me, b-tch, f-ck the plug
i be countin’ shot, makin’ hits like i’m on the cov’
i be h-lla high, smokin’ ‘za, gettin’ blowed as f-ck
baby, i got beer gut pockets, they bloated up
i’ma get that sh-t like shedeur and hold it up

[verse 1]
audemar piguеt, i asked the waiter whеre the check at
smokin’ on some ‘za, and granny askin’ “what the heck’s that?” (what the heck?)
1017, i got it stamped, like a neck tat’
when i’m with your b-tch, it ain’t no askin’ where the neck at
b-tch, i got a chain so f-ckin’ big, it make my neck strong (god d-mn)
in the booth i’m faded, b-tch, i’m thinkin’ ’bout the next song (i’m high as h-ll?)
she was mad as h-ll but she just read the f-ckin’ text wrong (b-tch, what?)
she was mad as h-ll, she told her friends that i ain’t [?] (what the h-ll?)
no cap, put it on god, we ain’t makin’ love
i’ll beat your wife walls down like i’m jason luv (beat her down)
skinny motherf-cker, grab the shades and i change the buffs
i got some condoms, three-five, and a gun, i came to f-ck
[chorus]
i been chasin’ chicken tenders like a public sub
eat me like a tender, treat me tender, she grub and rub
ten toes, can’t fold like a dove in doves
i got diss ‘bows f-ckin’ with me, b-tch, f-ck the plug
i be countin’ shot, makin’ hits like i’m on the cov’
i be h-lla high, smokin’ ‘za, gettin’ blowed as f-ck
baby, i got beer gut pockets, they bloated up
i’ma get that sh-t like shedeur and hold it up

[verse 2]
i be callin’ plays like i’m prime, hit the high step
2k17 on the park, grinding my rep
all about perspective, your right could be my left
sh-ttin’ on your uncle, real life, you like my neph’
boy, you like my neph’, you could call me uncle like i’m snoop dogg
i might f-ck around and call you cold ’cause you too sloth
six-six, standin’ in the rickies, i be too tall
he ain’t hit a shot, do you see the f-ckin’ hoop, dawg? (what the h-ll?)
boy, you keep brickin’
your b-tch like to mvp with the eat d-ckin’
i be talkin’ hot sh-t, they like, “he trippin'”
i ain’t even tryna beef, only eat chicken (i don’t even like the beef )
b-tch

- brezden

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