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letra de tut - dro kenji

[intro]
(ayo, quantich, run them bands up)
yeah, i said, “what the f-ck, baby?”
yeah, don’t you do me like that no more, baby
uh, don’t you love (yo, we got houmi on this sh-t)

[chorus]
yeah, ayy, what the f-ck? uh
i’m too geeked up
tired of runnin’ through these sl-ts
all this gold, i feel like tut
on my soul, this can’t be touched
roll a ‘wood and then i torch that
don’t ask me where your wh0re at
don’t call me, i ignore that
i need my money more fat
i could do some black magic, pop a perc in the stu’
b-tch, i caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
ayy, what the f-ck? uh
i’m too geeked up
tired of runnin’ through these sl-ts
so much gold, i feel like tut
jiggin’, watch me hit this dance move
toss my hеart in the deep blue
you gon’ need a search crеw to find that b-tch
and if you do, then i’ll still probably hurt you
[verse]
uh, maybe, baby
stackin’ a big amount
i need my diamonds, they astronomical
big booty b-tch, she said she likes tropical
i’m gon’ need way more bands to build up this empire
but i ain’t trappin’, though
play with my slime and i’m gon’ be at your door in twenty minutes
like it’s dominoes
ring, ring, on my phone, who this?
sorry, baby, i ain’t got you saved on my new sh-t
ayy, f-ck it, though
got a brand new bag just to f-ck it off on dumb sh-t
i ain’t really trippin’, though
i pop these percs like a tylenol
i stay locked in, no timeout
do this with no effort, get up on my level
this b-tch way too pretty, she might be the devil
she might take my soul if i f-ck ’round and let her
i’m gone when i wake up, i write her a letter
sit back and recline, we gon’ fly in this tesla
my new b-tch dominican, look like nutella
trapped a ho, we take her back to the telly
everythin’ foreign, i ain’t gotta tell ’em
blue cheese, money trees go all around me
i don’t smoke no cig’s, but i’ve been known to sip this lean, lean
i roll with some party girls, they known to pop them bean, beans
i be on a different planet, you could call me sheen, sheen
slime green, same color my shoe strings
steppin’ hard, i’ve been steppin’ on these n-ggas, still defeatin’
[chorus]
yeah, ayy, what the f-ck? uh
i’m too geeked up
tired of runnin’ through these sl-ts
all this gold, i feel like tut
on my soul, this can’t be touched
roll a ‘wood and then i torch that
don’t ask me where your wh0re at
don’t call me, i ignore that
i need my money more fat
i could do some black magic, pop a perc in the stu’
b-tch, i caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
ayy, what the f-ck? uh
i’m too geeked up
tired of runnin’ through these sl-ts
so much gold, i feel like tut
jiggin’, watch me hit this dance move
toss my heart in the deep blue
you gon’ need a search crew to find that b-tch
and if you do, then i’ll still probably hurt you

- dro kenji

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