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letra de cartel language - deadstar cartel

[intro: codeine chirss & tto k.t]
its codeine chriss, the real one, not the fake one
on sauce, fi-fi-bi!

[chorus: tto k.t]
i don’t be hitting the ceiling, with baggage (pew!)
i might just cop me some drip when i land (ya dig!)
i got a glock with a d-ck, for a f-ggot (ya dig!)
you know i’m kicking this sh-t, what you sayin’ (sayin’)
you know i’m taking a flight to j-pan (-pan)
you know i hop in that b-tch with xan (woo!)
i hit codeine chriss for the pints (yuh!)
you and me choose all the things we know nice
i roll the blunt like an arrow
and making my shoot when i hop on the mic (mic!)
they tryna to [?] (a [?])
then she take an x, like she riding the bike
she didn’t want to give me her number (number)
now she givin’ neck to chill (chill)
shorty gonna eat the cocoon (lil b-tch!)
and no i ain’t paying the bills (bills)

[verse 1: codeine chriss & tto k.t]
5×5, royce, we ain’t doin’ no bones
i’m a n-gga, 1 of 1, we dont do clones
real trap n-gga, we only use 1 phone
moonwalkin’ past like ching, ching, chong
sweeter than sweet tea, n-gga on sauce
first one thought, gave five to em’ all
[?], take my b-tch, send it off
and i’m with [?], was no golf
big drank take lil’ drank
smoking white rust, insane
gucci flip flops to the bank
fill up gas all on my lungs
cause i wanna start rockin like j
20 pack, ot pays
41, thats big face
forty thousand, thats big case
high tec n-ggas with the walker, i done take more than 40 to the face (fi-fi-bi!)
[chorus: tto k.t]
i don’t be hitting the ceiling, with baggage (pew!)
i might just cop me some drip when i land (ya dig!)
i got a glock with a d-ck, for a f-ggot (ya dig!)
you know i’m kicking this sh-t, what you sayin’ (sayin’)
you know i’m taking a flight to j-pan (-pan)
you know i hop in that b-tch with xan (woo!)
i hit codeine chriss for the pints (yuh!)
you and me choose all the things we know nice
i roll the blunt like an arrow
and making my shoot when i hop on the mic (mic!)
they tryna to [?] (a [?])
then she take an x, like she riding the bike
she didn’t want to give me her number (number)
now she givin’ neck to chill (chill)
shorty gonna eat the cocoon (lil b-tch!)
and no i ain’t paying the bills (bills)

[verse 2: tto k.t]
i got a suge knight (i got a suge)
im sipping dirty sprite (mud!)
i gotta roll the dice (i gotta roll)
everyday i dont leave the nine (the nine)
i begging for these pints for some years, i’m getting tired of this sh-t (fi-bi!)
she dont wanna listen when i try to help, so i had to fight the b-tch (fight!)
you can’t even live the way that i live, no see you tryin’ this sh-t
two door lamborghini slidin’ on that slimy sh-t (skrt!)
last thing he knew she was at cub but can’t even find the b-tch
f-ck lil’ b-tch on the cruise and looking at stars, i’m not even lying this sh-t (yeah!)
i can’t not make this sh-t up, on the perc, and the bit double cup (up, yeah)
kt, i can’t ever be drippin’ (nah)
she took off her shirt, showed her nipples (ugh)
brace-head on my head like i’m trippin’ (bih)
bout the move to l.a. like the clippers (pew!)
i told her straight to the plug, don’t do the man in the middle
[chorus: tto k.t]
i don’t be hitting the ceiling, with baggage (pew!)
i might just cop me some drip when i land (ya dig!)
i got a glock with a d-ck, for a f-ggot (ya dig!)
you know i’m kicking this sh-t, what you sayin’ (sayin’)
you know i’m taking a flight to j-pan (-pan)
you know i hop in that b-tch with xan (woo!)
i hit codeine chriss for the pints (yuh!)
you and me choose all the things we know nice
i roll the blunt like an arrow
and making my shoot when i hop on the mic (mic!)
they tryna to [?] (a [?])
then she take an x, like she riding the bike
she didn’t want to give me her number (number)
now she givin’ neck to chill (chill)
shorty gonna eat the cocoon (lil b-tch!)
and no i ain’t paying the bills (bills)

- deadstar cartel

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