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letra de country grammer (bonus) - chris travis

[prelude]
ice up in my fanta, yuh

ice up in my fanta, yuh, ice up in my fanta, ice up in my fanta, yuh, ice up in my fanta aye, ice up in my fanta aye

ice up in my fanta aye, b-tch she from atlanta
we speak country grammar (squad)
b-tch i go bananas (squad)
f-ck your b-tch on camera, know her twitter handle (aye)
i don’t know her name, (ay) light that b-tches candle (aye)
hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
b-tch you right embarr-ssed
all my b-tches candles
f-ck this life i gamble
takin’ sh-t no manners
racks inside my satchel, (racks, squad, squad squad)

[verse]
all of your hoes jack ya cheque
none of my flows can be sn-tched
she wanna draw on my tats
i need my (?)
boy you get split with an axe
straight down yo’ head to yo’ back
f-ck these lil’ n-ggas they wet
f-ck these lil’ hoes they attached
i don’t plan sh-t i’m ahead
these n-ggas be livin’, but dead
n-ggas gon’ be shivered, be scared
i f-ck her she wet on my bed
she wanna f-ck cause my dreads
k!llin’ these (?) a stare
b-tch i don’t love you around here
n-ggas want what in his head?!

thought i was somewhere, but f-ck it
b-tch when i’m high – it’s no ruckus
n-ggas won’t creep up for f-ck sh-t
so a n-gga ain’t worry ’bout f-ck sh-t
i stow it up and it’s (?)
i cannot sleep with a slow b-tch
she talkin’ sh-t down, b-tch it’s nothing
gimme a new (?)

[chorus]
ice up in my fanta aye, b-tch she from atlanta
we speak country grammar (squad)
b-tch i go bananas (squad)
f-ck your b-tch on camera, know her twitter handle (aye)
i don’t know her name, (ay) light that b-tches candle (aye)
hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
b-tch you right embarr-ssed
all my b-tches candles
f-ck this life i gamble
takin’ sh-t no manners
racks inside my satchel, (racks, squad, squad squad)

- chris travis

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