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letra de extra dumb - burgos

[intro]
p-ssies better make—, wait
p-ssies better make—, wait
i hit them b-tches, talkin’ ’bout me, tell ’em, “give me face”
p-ssies better make—, wait
p-ssies better make—, wait
i hit them b-tches, talkin’ ’bout me, tell ’em, “give me face”

[chorus: burgos]
in the woods and i’m wildin’ like a animal
dirt bike sounding like a motherf-ckin’ dragon, ho
slap a ho, flow is so motherf-ckin’ magical
spittin’ spells ’til the motherf-ckin’ day i go
ho, it’s the nеxt to come
smoke, you need extra lungs, woah, this bеat extra dumb, this beat extra dumb
ho, it’s the next to come
smoke, you need extra lungs, woah, this beat extra dumb, this beat extra dumb

[verse 1: burgos]
extra dumb, smokin’ on stupid gas
trippin’ b-lls off f-ckin’ cabs
hit it raw, but i brought a strap, shockin’ the p-ssy, that’s thundercat
rippin’ the flow that be runnin’ the rap
poppin’ the pills and i thought i was done with that
walkin’ around with a couple of straps, blatt
[pre-chorus: burgos]
the feelin’ takin’ over, ain’t no sober in me
this feelin’ takin’ over, ain’t no sober in me

[chorus: burgos]
in the, in the woods and i’m wildin’ like a animal
dirt bike soundin’ like a motherf-ckin’ dragon, ho
slap a ho, flow is so motherf-ckin’ magical
spittin’ spells ’til the motherf-ckin’ day i go
ho, it’s the next to come
smoke, you need extra lungs, woah, this beat extra dumb, this beat extra dumb
ho, it’s the next to come
smoke, you need extra lungs, woah, this beat extra dumb, this beat extra dumb

[verse 2: saliva grey]
severed lungs, i’ma go and take a bump
i got h-lla k out my body, gotta stay numb
so i can never face all my problems, i’m impatient
i’m still gon’ sing the same song, until my f-ckin’ days up, i waste ’em
perfect timin’, then we vibin’, she gon’ give me face, ayy
xan’, gon’ pop it, pistol c-ck it, i might catch a case, ayy
came from them woods, i be smokin’ on ‘woods
told that b-tch, “i need some sp-ce,” ayy
life ain’t too good, when you misunderstood
i ain’t never gon’ find my place, ayy
you think that i ain’t notice, you steady on that ho sh-t
but i still bust it open, ain’t gon’ be there in the morning
you know i’m always rolling, got pounds and pounds of potent
i’m coughin’, wheezin’, chokin’ extra dumb from all this smoking
[outro]
p-ssies better make—, wait
p-ssies better make—, wait
i hit them b-tches, talkin’ ’bout me, tell ’em, “give me face”
p-ssies better make—, wait
p-ssies better make—, wait
i hit them b-tches, talkin’ ’bout me, tell ’em, “give me face”

- burgos

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