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letra de thank uncle johnny dang! - chris king

[chorus]
hol’ up
when i smile you can thank uncle johnny dang (man f-ck andrew)
and i trapped all my life ’til the money came
told ’em posted at night, in the sun and rain
smoking dope yeah i’m high, think my lungs could cave
or paink!llers or codeine i’m on a wave
walk inside this trap unannounced, boy you brave
all this money we spendin’, it’s not that safe
but f-ck all that talking, what’s in your safe?
like [?] are the cleaners, the money get laundered
the crack rock goes in your face
it’s under your nose
i don’t gеt exposed
i [?] the linеs on dinner plates
the coke for the hoes, lean for the bros
jealous n-ggas got women traits
pulling 44’s, flipping lambo doors
you can see the hate inside a n-gga face

[verse 1]
630 dollar soda
scale jumping gotta fill my quota
i don’t measure n-gga, i just pour it
they left the bathroom with some stuffy noses
don’t you play with my strap ‘cuz that sh-t is loaded
in a sea of them b-tches, a n-gga moses
if police wanna search me, i ain’t going
build a case with my face and [?]
turn that b-tch up, we smoking that power pack
whip the top off that b-tch like a shower cap
put a hole in you, look at the size of that
see the sky through that, you a [?]
you too thirsty for likes and a follow back
she email me pictures, we not attached
i know slimes, rattlesnakes and the diamondbacks
and i know where the birds be flying at
anything can go down anytime of day
‘cuz the oppas can strike like a copper head
sippin’ more lean than my f-cking doctor said
he said you shouldn’t sip if it’s not for bed
[?] can’t marry to dollars b-tch
let the pitbulls [?]
my daddy got locked up in solitary
he said all he thought about was me
[chorus]
hol’ up
hol’ up
when i smile you can thank uncle johnny dang
and i trapped all my life ’til the money came
told ’em posted at night, in the sun and rain
smoking dope yeah i’m high, think my lungs could cave
or paink!llers or codeine i’m on a wave
walk inside this trap unannounced, boy you brave
all this money we spendin’, it’s not that safe
but f-ck all that talking, what’s in your safe?
like [?] are the cleaners, the money get laundered
the crack rock goes in your face
it’s under your nose
i don’t get exposed
i [?] the lines on dinner plates
the coke for the hoes, lean for the bros
jealous n-ggas got women traits
pulling 44’s, flipping lambo doors
you can see the hate inside a n-gga face

- chris king

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