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letra de soprano - duckwrth

[intro]
my tongue is a (what) weapon
40 caliber shootin’ at the heavens (du du du du du du du)
out to wait the, reverend (brr)
angels on the line shootin’ at the heavens (where we goin’?)
lucifer sings in, soprano
fallen angels listenin’ to zeppelin
yo mama told you not to (what)
listen to secular music, the devils in the trap
automatic weapon singin’ like tubas
black sabbath on vinyl
acdc in the summer
k!lla cam in the winter
this is what you always wanted
turning degrees to 100
this is what you always wanted
turning degrees to 100
ay man! turn on the ac it’s hot in here! (yeah!)

[chorus]
crank that
crank that b-tch to a million (a million!)
turn that b-tch to a million (a million!)
direct your hands to the ceiling
hold on, hold on, crank that (crank, crank)
crank that b-tch to a million (a million!)
turn that b-tch to a million (a million!)
direct your hands to the ceiling
hold on, hold on, say

[verse 1]
how them flames end up on the ceiling, huh?
burn down the roof, make ’em all say (ah!)
jump out the cat go grill that, huh (huh)
jump out the coupe four-wheel that, huh (skr)
ski mask in boots make em steal that, huh
run up on the same trap grab it like (ah!)
throw the n-gg- inside the van, uh (yeah)
tie him up, his feets and hands, uh
he was walkin’ round like godzilla
he didn’t know this ain’t j-pan (no way)
you ain’t the dapper of dan (ooh!)
you ain’t the king of the land (huh!)
sleepin’ like keepers and xans
i wake you up you been stuck in a trance
i ate you out like a million of fans
i crank it up like you singing sopran’

[chorus]
crank that
crank that b-tch to a million (a million!)
turn that b-tch to a million (a million!)
direct your hands to the ceiling (hold on)
hold on, hold on, crank that (crank, crank)
crank that b-tch to a million (a million!)
turn that b-tch to a million (a million!)
direct your hands to the ceiling
hold on, hold on, say

[verse 2]
how the f-ck am i supposed to breathe when there’s so much bullsh-t all around?
trappin’ trappin’ got you trappin’
it’s okay ’cause the beat that i bring is sound
gun a man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand, the baddest b-tch is world renowned (what else?)
mix that like it’s jump alike, and circuit to the m-sses
n-gg-, how profound
h-ll naw! somethin’ ain’t right
tastin’ too sweet when i had the first bite (huh!)
cookin’ the kitchen with numerous knifes (cook)
808 sauce i’ma throw it like spice
b-ss to the god with that wonton soup
migos just added that wonton rice
now you can’t get enough (nah)
eat em all up (uh)
hit em with the quick tummy tuck (yeah!)

[interlude]
ooh, so you just slappin’ n-gg-s?
rollin’ cards
taking it to a new level, huh?
aight!

[outro]
ooh, testify (yeah, yeah)
escaping the flames (yeah!)
mama said testify (yeah!)
crank that (ah!)

- duckwrth

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