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letra de the bull & fish - charlee mac

[verse 1]

turkey and cheese from the 7
stay out ‘till 11, smoke a couple bowls
send ‘em to heaven
make sure the check in
thank god i ain’t have to check-in
momma wanted usc
made some m’s off u s i c
travel the high seas, get a new glass piece
ugh
wanted my mom proud
she needed a c class
ugh
wanted my dad proud
he wanted that new ranch
ugh
gotta have taste for this sh-t
gotta make or break plan in this b-tch
front that sh-t up like we made for this sh-t
no backups, we breakin’ this b-tch
[chorus]

ooo tell ‘em tell ‘em
tío got hit like wet ‘em wet ‘em
spittin’ this sh-t like venom venom

ooo tell ‘em tell ‘em
tío got hit like wet ‘em wet ‘em
spittin’ this sh-t like venom venom
venom venom venom venom…

ooo
ohh
ohh
woah

venom venom venom fills this world…
[verse 2]

sh-t don’t feel right (ugh)
must be the pants up way too tight
and uh…
must be the poison right?
sh-t don’t feel right sh-t don’t feel right
must be the poison right?
sh-t don’t feel right sh-t don’t feel right
don’t think i’m alright (aye)
alright alright alright alright
way too many d-mn chances-
…feel like i’m takin’ back (hmm)
got all my new plants in
feel like i’m smokin’ that
feel like i’m doin’ my dancin’
really gonna groove to that
really gonna groove to that
really gonna groove to that

[verse 3]

-clears throat-
doing my dance
there is no chance
that you are f-cking around with my bands
all of my plans
it’s outta my hands
my shooters are thirsty
where is your mans
i keep a grand
up in my pants
designer brands
don’t tell me i can’t
high as a kite when i’m smoking my plant
packed so much weed in the blunt feeling cramped
me and my boys all at the crib talking about the sh-t we never did
like spending some racks or buying a crib
but we workin’ hard, we tryna live
we tryna ball, i’m flying to cali
…to be with the homies them boys is my family
keeping this music sh-t up ‘cross the country
aye

i need a porsche on my front porch
i need a lighter the blunt getting torched
i’m peter piper these peppers is scorched
you need a find you a b-tch you a dork
you eat ya cereal knife and a fork
boy i got drip and i’m fly like a stork
stfu, b-tch put a cork
i need a new whip, some sh-t wit’ some torque

and i could tell you that i been doing this since i was 12
i’m probably going to h-ll
but these records are going to sell
we gon be big as a whale
but me and my homies we doing good
we upping we doing well
we on the trail
we tripped but we never fell
no

- charlee mac

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