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letra de wyma - daddytraxxx

[verse 1: carlini]
francisco’s feeling loco off the acid
si vendes mota, you ain’t gotta p-ss it
jorge con los ticos selling bags of magic
f-ck the creepy, get the brick and never ration
rockin’ socks and chacos, baby, that’s my fashion
‘nocs banging on my body, it’s my p-ssion
every moment is so vivid like the past get
ay, i’m running on the water like a basilisk
te pido par las senecas rojas
it’s too humid i can’t even rip la mota
late was drifting, spinning, crashing the corolla
now i’m twisting cigarettes just to roll up

carlini and isaac came to drown in the b-ss
outta norway, throwing down, we’re at luna center stage
arms swinging when i two-step so y’all need to give me sp-ce
and when i calm down, a hundred thousand spliffs to the face
tequila on the beach like i’m sipping on potion
sage throwing agave, admits she’s not a no person
brown pelican when you see me soar low on the ocean
magnificent frigate when i turn up in the motion
el casado con vegetales todos los dias
baby, i just dropped a molly en el agua de pipa
eat a tab, hit the stage, adios mi amigas
is it bryan? is it brundo? let you know when i see ya

[verse 2: late lean]
and when i see you know i’m locked on and i ain’t finna switch
i’m with the sh-ts, quarter tab, a bump and i’m lit
get a grip late lean got the f-nny pack with the sh-t
half a gallon pink flag tape go on take a sip

now bring it back now where you got it from
b-tch its 2pm catch us hiding from the sun
fast forward to the completion of step one
brundo spliffin out the spot the night has just begun
ok
ok catch us smoking b-ss banging like a megaton
if you need some magic i know where to find some
bump the sac out the pack my people chugging on the jug
cooked the cauldron to the max now go on get some

now where ya mans at?
now isaac oslo sleeping outside of the f-cking tent
now cheeto throwing shots at me trying to get me bent
i did not do it like humberto got my boots wet

you can catch my ticos in the village no they don’t forget
casado en la playa now you see us rolling like roulette
2 in the morning where we at? we rolling like roulette
now find ya mans cos i’m tryna see the sunrise set, you b-tch

[verse 3: carlini & (late lean)]
listen up, tell me where the f-ck ya motherf-cking man’s at
(ay, where ya man’s at, ay)
watching me smoke like imma motherf-cking p-ss that
(where the f-ck’s your f-cking man at? ay)
lungs full of smoke, pockets full of dope like a packrat
(where’s your mans at? ay)
brundo’s f-cking gone, disappeared like a snapchat
(where’s your motherf-cking man at? ay)

- daddytraxxx

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