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letra de im innit - durhinnit

[intro]
b-tch drove to my sh-t from atlanta

[chorus]
south side, and i’m faded with two sticks
mouth wide, i talk to my new b-tch
she tried, i heard she a groupie
on the beat, i slide like toosie
too trim, roll a blunt like sushi
truckfit my jeans, tunechi
i been on the way with that new sh-t
y’all hatin’ ass folks, i’m too sick
i’m on that chill sh-t, i don’t need drugs
b-tch, i just ran out of love
south side, i’m trim, find a new plug
wake up and count me a dub
wake up and count me a fifty
if you in it, i’m in it
ecstasy, wonderful feelin’
take the sh-t right ’til i feel it

[refrain]
got new strips, count a bando
b-tch blow the sh-t like a candle
two thou’ your head, i need ransom
straight pourin’ codeine on dancers
get more lean, pour it in a fanta
b-tch drove to my sh-t from atlanta
bricks clean, arm and hammer
wantin’ all the smoke, i need cancer
run up, i motherf-ckin’ blam ya
you wrong, i blame ya
reticle pop out left side, hit sh-t, i’m cuttin’ my angle
money counter, my table
sip syrup like maple
off the dome, sh-t able
too-too many chains, django
[verse]
i been, like, out of the mix for a minute
i’ma keep runnin’ this sh-t ’til i finish
i need a hundred ms in my backpack
sh-t fat, no, not the thinnest
i’m hittin’ shawty right from the back, back
and i set this sh-t off like a rat trap
cash loaded, got the fat back
gang hold sh-t like a snapback
cook up the dope in a hazmat
i don’t want the b-tch, you can have that
i don’t want the b-tch, you can keep her
ass fat, certified too, meat-eater
if you in it, i’m in it
if you did it, i did it, yeah
know i got sticks for the long range
shawty ride d-ck, like, the whole thing
face tats and a nose ring
sh-t my type, smoke propane
if you in it, i’m in it, yeah
if you did it, i did it, yeah

[refrain]
got new strips, count a bando
b-tch blow the sh-t like a candle
two thou’ your head, i need ransom
straight pourin’ codeine on dancers
get more lean, pour it in a fanta
b-tch drove to my sh-t from atlanta
bricks clean, arm and hammer
wantin’ all the smoke, i need cancer
run up, i motherf-ckin’ blam ya
you wrong, i blame ya
reticle pop out left side, hit sh-t, i’m cuttin’ my angle
money counter, my table
sip syrup like maple
off the dome, sh-t able
too-too many chains, django
[chorus]
south side, and i’m faded with two sticks
mouth wide, i talk to my new b-tch
she tried, i heard she a groupie
on the beat, i slide like toosie
too trim, roll a blunt like sushi
truckfit my jeans, tunechi
i been on the way with that new sh-t
y’all hatin’ ass folks, i’m too sick
i’m on that chill sh-t, i don’t need drugs
b-tch, i just ran out of love
south side, i’m trim, find a new plug
wake up and count me a dub
wake up and count me a fifty
if you in it, i’m in it
ecstasy, wonderful feelin’
take the sh-t right ’til i feel it

- durhinnit

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