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letra de permanent bags - dc2trill

[intro]
yeah
got my n-gga ray in this b-tch with me, know that (nick on the track)
yeah
yeah
uh-huh

[chorus]
metro ashes in this rolls-royce truck, i’m fried as h-ll
if that ain’t racks up in heaven, send my ass to h-ll
we could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty sh-lls
in other words, when it’s hammer time, b-tch, we got plenty nails
permanent bags up under my eyes ’cause i was slept on
b-tch, i got pain up in my words, that’s from that warzone
ain’t no time to pout, b-tch, take your ass home
hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome

[verse]
they should call me ricky bobby ‘causе if you ain’t first, you’re last
i got a cougar in the car while i do thе dash
they ain’t put me on xxl yet, but i got plenty mags
fun fact, i’d never cap in my chrome hearts hat
back from the nineties, i bought me a beeper
251 with metro reefer
you my peer, but we’re not equal
that’s one man, can’t be no sequel
give me some drank and i stack it like bitcoin
my name not ross, i’m just rocking this rick owens
with an asian b-tch smoking doing-doing
[?]
pressure and poverty got me popping
i was tryna go and they telling me stop it
hit that show, then hit the bank
i got tussy in my tank
twenty-three, wanna buy his face
britney tryna be my bae
hurricane chris, “a bay bay”
i’ma buy a switch today
started selling karo back in 2016
i bought some bullsh-t pints and put the stamp up on them b-tches
them n-ggas coming back ’cause they don’t know what this sh-t is
bust if a n-gga try me, i’ma put it to his ribs
number (n)ine jersey, this the brand, this how i live
finna punch a n-gga with the glock, get his kids
i f-ck with rio, free the ghetto
twenty-four, i’m a bossy young fellow
seen this b-tch and i’m like, “h-llo”
i put dior on my toes
he talking sh-t from a safe place, he need to give it up
rp stamped up on my pill, that’s why i’m itching, duh
poured up a four in a two, duh
jimbo, get your ass back to the house, it’s time to pour this mud
sally in this b-tch making ice while i get the cups
suzie p washing all the dishes while i’m pouring up
how the f-ck you got all these opps up in your song and you ain’t k!lled one?
folks was already on his heels, he couldn’t grab his gun
blue strips, count the sh-t up with my f-cking blood
give a n-gga chills how you seen him get it out the mud
yeah, my head hard, i seen the reaper, but i ain’t cry once
i’ma need that boy evel knievel, i’m ’bout to catch ’em stunting
ap skeleton two-tone, i’m finna buy me one
i’m tired of f-cking bougie sister, i need the trifer one
he thinking of dissing on the net, he must wanna die or something
tryna give me a thousand for a feature, you must be high or something
busting off that long white pill, that sh-t boot me up
i got my own buzz, i don’t need to hang around your cuz
it was 2trill from the jump, so it’s 2trill when i finish up
high as h-ll, dropped the glock out my pocket, hear a loud thud
3 am, northside of long beach, i’m with my mexican
i’ma need a long maybach to have some s-x up in
baby girl, why the f-ck would i wife you up and you f-cked my kin?
matter fact, get the f-ck up out my face and go f-ck my friend
[chorus]
metro ashes in this rolls-royce truck, i’m fried as h-ll (whew)
if that ain’t racks up in heaven, send my ass to h-ll (whew)
we could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty sh-lls (dig?)
in other words, when it’s hammer time, b-tch, we got plenty nails (whew)
permanent bags up under my eyes ’cause i was slept on (i was slept on)
b-tch, i got pain up in my words, that’s from that warzone (from that warzone)
ain’t no time to pout, b-tch, take your ass home (take it home)
hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome (to his dome)

[outro]
yeah, n-gga
2t sh-t
yeah

- dc2trill

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