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letra de take a trip - dave blunts

[intro]
i’m on that tris again (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m on that tris again

[verse]
rollie on me, i bust down my wrist
mushrooms, let’s go take a trip
water on me, n-gga, catch the drip
n-ggas hate ’cause they know i f-cked their b-tch
i’m on that sh-t again, i’m with your b-tch again
i know i said i’ll put down the cup but i’m on that tris again
and my b-tch told me that she loved me but she was suckin’ d-ck
no, i can’t trust a b-tch, no, i can’t trust a sl-t
she let my homies f-ck, my b-tch let my homies run a train
so that be the reason i can’t stay
psilocybin got me chillin’ up in sp-ce
and she gon’ take my p-n-s to the face
your b-tch on her knees just like she prayin’ to jesus
and shе be eatin’ d-ck like darius еatin’ cheez-it’s
and she be givin’ top like nba youngboy
i f-ck her so good, she don’t need no rose toy
i f-ck her so good and she don’t even need a vibrator
i’m in her mouth just like some candy, n-gga, now and later
b-tches on my d-ck, f-ck n-gga, i’m no longer a m-st-rbator
n-ggas speakin’ on me, my lil’ n-ggas, they slide like pro skaters
i don’t got to rape the b-tch, she steady be takin’ d-ck
i don’t got to ask her twice, she said that i changed her life
and i’m ’bout to buy a pint, pour it up in my two liter sprite
and i might just f-ck a dyk-, k!ll the p-ssy she seein’ the light
k!ll the p-ssy, i send her to satan, ’cause all of the d-ck that she takin’
ain’t no way she gon’ make it to heaven
i keep going to 7-eleven, i keep going to mobil 1
hop on the beat and i’m goin’ dumb, hop on the beat and i’m going autistic
she want a bag, b-tch, be realistic
i’ll buy you a purse if you suck on my b-lls
cut the b-tch off, i don’t care if she calls
now she be sayin’ my p-n-s is small
to tell you the truth, i’m like eight on soft
sippin’ on syrup but i don’t got a cough
sippin’ on syrup but i’m not sick
pay for the p-ssy, i guess i’m a trick
beat my b-tch like uncle rick
b-tch, i get high like uncle clyde
b-tch, i get high like every night
my white b-tch be snortin’ lines, my white b-tch be smokin’ ice
my white b-tch stay in van nuys, my black b-tch, she stay in oakland
pull out my d-ck and now she’s chokin’
pull out my d-ck, now she’s amazed
i got my pride but i’m not gay
i’ll be this way ’til i’m in my grave
n-ggas, they hate, ’cause i get paid
brand new whip, you would think i’m a slave
brand new whip, you would my name was henry ford
n-ggas, they hate ’cause they know d-mn well i f-cked their wh0re
every time she suck my d-ck, i press record
i was sixteen, tryin’ to run in that crib, tryna kick a door
i just told my mama that i’m famous now
stranded in moline, i finally made it out
stranded in moline, i finally made a way
i don’t give a f-ck about azealia banks
to tell you the truth she look just like her p-ssy stank
and i’m not talkin’ about a regular odor
azealia, i can smell you, don’t come closer
i keep takin’ all these shrooms, i’m not sober
sippin’ drank just like i’m lucky, four leaf clover
[outro]
(foenem radio, b-tch, gang)

- dave blunts

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