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letra de piss - doron

skate park smell like p-ss, but the grip tape still fresh
tell your momma hide the cookies, cause i’m a greedy lil’ pest

i’m too raw, i’m too cold, pockets heavy like a brick (uh)
gas mask flow, turn your city to a fl!ck (brrt, brrt)
sharp t–th grin, bite the b-tch, leave a nick
fast lane crashin’, but i still don’t miss (skrrt!)
i’m too raw, i’m too cold, pockets heavy like a brick (uh)
gas mask flow, turn your city to a fl!ck (brrt, brrt)
sharp t–th grin, bite the b-tch, leave a nick (grrr)
fast lane crashin’, but i still don’t miss (skrrt!)

thousand dollar plates but i came up off a ramen pack (uh)
dirty .38, my cousin used it, then he brought it back
shootin’ out the buick, window tinted, couldn’t spot the cat
talkin’ ’bout your hustle but you softer than a laundromat (you weak)
crack in the ceiling, i seen mold whеre the roaches at (d-mn)
god can forgivе me, but my plug don’t, i owe him that (facts)
bulletproof dreams, i’m just hopin’ that the hope intact (yeah)
pray i see tomorrow but my shooter never wrote me back (never)

gas mask flow, turn your city to a fl!ck
sharp t–th grin, bite the b-tch, leave a nick (grrr)
fast lane crashin’, but i still don’t miss
i’m too raw, i’m too cold, pockets heavy like a brick (uh)
gas mask flow, turn your city to a fl!ck
sharp t–th grin, bite the b-tch, leave a nick (grrr)
fast lane crashin’, but i still don’t miss
vans on the pedal, b-tch i’m swervin (swervin)
your dawgs mixtape sound like p-ss, it ain’t workin’ (ew, haha)
i paint my nails black but the strap still lurkin’ (yeah)
blow your speakers out the trunk
like a preacher when he’s cursin’ (cursin’!)

my ego in the backseat (shut up) like a hype-man
he like “chill out” nah b-tch, i need a mic stand
cartoon violence, acme rocket in my right hand
pop you in your mouth, then i’m smilin’ for the ‘gram
velvet on the seats, smell like gas and chanel spray
swerve into your driveway just to ruin your day
i ain’t even mad though, sneakers cost a rack though
let it breathe, then i’m creeping out your back door

chrome on the hip, it be singin’ like a choir
leather seats squeakin’ like the p-ssy when i slide bruh (nasty)
keep a shooter close, he inspired by the wire, uh
keep my outfits nasty, velvet suit when i slide out

smell like p-ss in here
b-tch

- doron

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