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letra de phubu - crimeapple

[intro]
woah, woah (aha)
yeah-yeah (aha)
woah
you know i bring that f-cking energy, dog (i’m outta here though)
crazy
tss, sh-t i can’t go where (aight, i just got home, i just got home)
nothin’ is off limits, homie
i walked through the worst hood in the f-ckin’ world like it’s [?] (everytime)
woah

[chorus]
blunted on my way to jfk
uber drivin’ from cambodia
think his name was phubu (woah)
gave ’em five stars for lettin’ me light a mile (okay)
stinkin’ up my new gear (okay)
on my way to meet my chick from tanzania, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, aha)
chick from tanzania, yeah (aha)
woah, woah, woah, woah

[verse 1]
my chain dancin’ like it’s rain dancin’ (bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
pendin’, i can drive from a ceilin’ and causin’ brain damage (woah)
gettin’ brain in the whip like the shooter on the graci noir (ba!)
pass the smoke, she askin’ me to let it know ‘fore i let it blow, hmm (ta!)
thaha (ta!)
yeah, aight
mouth full of my kids, b-tch that’s life
twenty-five bands on me like lollapalooza (brrt!)
and i ain’t even doin’ to much (bing), i might fly to bermuda
when i was stuck in section 8 i was coppin’ a tuna (aha)
then i went watchin’, turn a rock, it’s like i was medusa (aha)
heard you see you got a shooter, that’s so pathetic (that’s so pathetic)
i could write a verse and hit you were it hurts, i’m ambidexterous (ba-ba-ba!)
oh okay, you focus on the pigment (okay)
rounds go through any skin, sh-t
freudian slip, shot the sick men (woah)
since a jit i been a misfit (woah)
decent gpa but for my pay i couldn’t play (oh!)
no, f-ck you in an exclamation point times ten
ride benz but i started on a bus stop bench
where i was sharin’ chicken wings with my friends (toma!)
it’s f-cked up, but i won’t see most of them again (toma!)
ignorant hood minded types be like “yo, that isn’t right”
some characters ain’t designed for every chapter of my life (woah)
one of ’em might cook me if i get caught slippin’
like, i could even ride around without my sh-t all tinted (uh)
[pre-chorus]
blunted all my way to t— (uh)
blunted all my way… (woah, woah)
blunted all my ay to… uh
woah yeah-yeah
woah, woah

[chorus]
blunted on my way to jfk
uber drivin’ from cambodia
think his name was phubu
gave ’em five stars for lettin’ me light a mile (thank you very much)
stinkin’ up my new gear
on my way to meet my chick from tanzania, yeah
yeah, (aha) woah
yeah-yeah
woah (that’s right)
meet my chick from tanzania, uh (that’s right)
woah, woah, woah, (yeah)

[verse 2]
my rink dancin’ like fabo (bing)
i be out the way though
pourin’ hot tech in the fuego (woah)
nah, i probably lace the jaydo
take shorty on a vacay
and cut up a few potatoes (aha)
you be on the same mould, i’m on a different continent (okay)
losin’ count of my accomplishments (okay)
i’m always coppin’ sh-t
i used dream of havin’ when my wallet was hurtin’
now the pocket is burstin’
and guarantee, it’s really true, i’m more noxious in person (it’s not a lot, n-gga)
your whip german, chariot, earn various colored currencys
lames talkin’, they wanna murder me
well supposedly
smoke potency, rap circles around your favourite snap (bo-bo-bo)
bars, they name go overseas and didn’t make a sound
jay goin’ stupid like back of a short bus
i worked hard for every carat, homie, wasn’t no shortcuts (nah)
now, you sendin’ shots but i deflect
better yet, if they hit me, hope the day my son born i resurrect
bless
woah (woah)
[pre-chorus]
blunted all my way… woah (aha)
(blunted all my…) blunted all my way to (uh-uh), woah
yeah-yeah (uh)
(where we goin’, man), woah, yeah

[chorus]
blunted on my way to jfk
uber drivin’ from cambodia
think his name was phubu (yuh, whatup?)
gave ’em five stars for lettin’ me light a mile (aha)
stinkin’ up my new gear
on my way to meet my chick from tanzania, yeah
(yeah), yeah, (aha), yeah-yeah
(aha), woah, woah
woah uh-huh (go go, toma), woah
(you’re dead already), woah
blunted on my way to jfk
uber drivin’ from cambodia
think his name was phubu
gave ’em five stars for lettin’ me light a mile
stinkin’ up my new gear
on my way to meet my chick from tanzania, yeah
yeah, yeah, woah (give me that blunt though, my boy)
woah, woah (said i’m blunted on my way to jfk, uh)
woah, woah

- crimeapple

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