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letra de 3 cell phones - dj swamp izzo

[chorus]
ferrari topless, i ain’t with my top b-tch
walk to the valet, hopped in the c-ckpit
i’m with a goddess, her p-ssy awesome
i can’t wife her, i feel awful

[verse 1]
woo (dy krazy)
haha (freeband gang)
yeah, yeah, yeah
i just pop pills, yeah, yeah (yeah)
i popped a pill, i feel so amazing
i flex my sk!lls, i was hittin’ days in
i took a trip, burdens goin’ crazy (yeah)
i make some mills, i know they gon’ hate it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
driving in a transformer, don’t go in the air
smashin’ redbones, she so pretty, i hit her back
374’s, i got b-tches everywhere
i don’t evеr take the local p-ssy nowherе (no)
miscarriage, filled up carriage (yeah, yeah)
twelve karats, lookin’ like you married
she ain’t average, i told her she a bad b-tch (bad b-tch)
live lavish, take off your salary
choppa, card b-tch, that’s for d-mn sure
love the f-ckin’ top sh-t, that’s for d-mn sure (woo)
two chits while i spit, that’s for d-mn sure
make a leg lock when i hit, that’s for d-mn sure
stacey did it, on that baby, bitty (stacey)
when the tag your on, make your crash your sh-tty (crash your sh-tty, yeah)
cuban link, linked up, fallin’, forget it
f-cked her in her house, shoot a p-ssy, soaked, with it
(808 mafia)
[chorus]
ferrari topless, i ain’t with my top b-tch (rarri)
walk to the valet, hopped in the c-ckpit (c-ckpit)
i’m with a goddess, her p-ssy awesome (awesome)
i can’t wife her, i feel awful

[verse 2]
yellow, gold, presidential, cartier watch (nah)
driving in a bentley, kinda make me doin’ doughnuts, yeah
ching chong, tw-t , i got spots in mexico
ching chong, tw-t, i got spots in mexico
come through zoomin’ in a robot, got my spot hot
yeah, i’ma stack the bread high, til’ it dry right
yeah, i done walk through h-ll, i’m a fly guy
yeah, i just want a f-cking pale p-ssy, left-right

[refrain]
choppa, card b-tch, that’s for d-mn sure
love the f-ckin’ top sh-t, that’s for d-mn sure (woo)
two chits while i spit, that’s for d-mn sure
make a leg lock when i hit, that’s for d-mn sure
i pop a pill, i feel so amazing
i flex my sk!lls, i was hittin’ days in
i took a trip, burdens goin’ crazy (yeah)
i make some mills, i know they gon’ hate it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
driving in a transformer, don’t go in the air
smashin’ redbones, she so pretty, i hit her back
374’s, i got b-tches everywhere
i don’t ever take the local p-ssy no where (no)
[outro]
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- dj swamp izzo

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