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letra de neva mine - darby o'trill & shaggytheairhead

(devereaux!)

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
i just got a bundle of some sticks i’m ’bout to take nine
then i steal your chick and your whip at the same time
caught you lacking at the olive garden on your date night
you a little b-tch simp, we are not the same kind
that chain that you got would look better on my neck
that watch on your wrist that look cheap that’s a timex
i’ma steal take it, p-wn it off and get like five cents
what’s inside your pockets p-ssy, what can you provide next
what size shoes do you wear? it don’t matter i’ma take those
what else do you got that i could flip to make some pesos
b-tch i am a dog yeah that’s word to dj (?)
breaking down a cigarillo mixing mud up in my faygo
two chicks on my d-ck but no i will never claim ’em though
what the f-ck i look like to you? “mr. captain save a hoe”
mane we keep it saucing drippin’ like a f-cking gravy boat
florida boy living by the motto “f-ck you pay me” bro

[chorus: sh-ggy the airhead]
sparking up a spliff now i’m high really high
h-lla high, with a b-tch and her friend they h-lla fine
i just pulled up the crib in the whip that i’m in
neva mine don’t be asking where you been neva mine
sparking up a spliff now i’m high really high
h-lla high, with a b-tch and her friend they h-lla fine
i just pulled up the crib in the whip that i’m in
neva mine
neva mine
neva mine
neva mine, never
[verse 2: sh-ggy the airhead]
i just got a brand new whip (skrrrt!) driving quick
bout to pick my brother up and a brand new chick
dump it off at the park after dark we get it lit (get lit!)
got a b-tch and her friend (hold up sh-ggy i think they twins!)
god d-mn we going in everyday could be our last
i was on the streets scrubbin’ hunting for some ass
they wanna match a blunt puff puff puff pass
i’m a scumbag (?) we the cleanest with (?) (the cleanest!)
watch it yeah right while she l!cking on my b-lls (k baby)
her friend want a turn flip her over hit it raw (haha!)
i’m in love with the kitten you can’t tell me any different
from the city where we sinning and your parents come to visit
it’s apparent we some airheaded thuggalos (airheads!)
ask me what we wearing i’ma ask you “what you buggin’ for?”
i love them hoes to be rolling up my weed (rollin’ up my weed!)
counting up my dough then we f-ck and they leave (yeah! yeah! yeah!)

- darby otrill shaggytheairhead

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