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letra de let it blow - debesht

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[verse 1]
takin dubs i could never lose
all these b-tches and the drug abuse
i remember back in high school i was smokin dope and bumpin juice

f-ck with us you getting hit
ridin round town getting lit
heard you talking sh-t so i pulled up with my boys why tf you tryna split

see the haters why they always doubt?
doing dumb sh-t for the clout
he pushin eighths while we movin pounds
yea that’s your girl? why she hoeing around?
yea that’s your mans? he better settle down
never giving up always working hard so you know i’m coming for the crown

[chorus]
count blue smoke green yea we getting dough (yea yea)
make a beat drop a song then i go sell out shows (yea yea)
all this oxycodone got me really moving slow (whoa whoa)
and if he dare try me, you know imma let it blow (paow paow)

f-ck a b-tch then she gotta go
ain’t no time for chasing hoes
you a stooge i ain’t talking moe
his sh-t mid he serve oregano
make em fall like dominos
he a simp he a romeo
everyone stay copying so you know i always gotta switch my flow
[verse 2]
new me
old you
you a lying b-tch
i can see through
never catch me lacking cause i’m always packing when i pull up on him he ain’t got a clue

boutta make the charts cause i’m overdue
this was all me i ain’t need you
2021 made a couple racks boutta make a milli in ‘22

yea it’s a trap and i ain’t talking yugioh
i stay with my bros like luigi and mario
counting the bands while i”m eating my cheerios
then i hop on a flight with the gang go to tokyo

she tell me she love me i think that i disagree
i’m k!lling these beats yea that is my cup of tea
snakes lurkin can’t be carefree
ain’t talkin gucci but i copped three

flexin all that counterfeit
he talking tough he a hypocrite
steady talkin till we come through blow his brains out leave no evidence
making money when i’m sleepin
all these b-tches be cheatin
12 pull me over but i only got a ticket for speedin

[chorus]
count blue smoke green yea we getting dough (yea yea)
make a beat drop a song then i go sell out shows (yea yea)
all this oxycodone got me really moving slow (whoa whoa)
and if he dare try me, you know imma let it blow (paow paow)

f-ck a b-tch then she gotta go
ain’t no time for chasing hoes
you a stooge i ain’t talking moe
his sh-t mid he serve oregano
make em fall like dominos
he a simp he a romeo
everyone keep copying so you know i always gotta switch my flow

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