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letra de sup3r t00ky - dxor scxmbxg

[intro]
woah
n-ggas ain’t hearing me now
turn this sh-t up zo, i’m finna’ spit n-gga

[hook]
smoking super tooky, finna’ smoke some more
ridin’ wit’ a toolie inna’ ghost
i can’t lie lil’ n-gga you is toast
in a turn wit’ my brother watch it coast
my brain going slow mo
jumping up and down on me like a jump rope
give ya’ ten bands n-gga for a promo
heads turn gang hopping out the four door

[verse 1]
i can’t lie i’m onna’ different level
that b-tch wanting tea i told her get the kettle
i’m off a red bull, whipping like sebastian vettel
red ferrari in the cut, imma’ floor the pedal
go get ya’ big brother b-tch i got a score to settle
and i’ll rock a ho out likе heavy metal
yea, aftеr that lil’ b-tch i’m outty
playing hide and seek up in the crib lil’ b-tch ya’ found me
yo, v10 make me disappear
i’m gone for thirty seconds n-gga then i reappear
toast, toast
ain’t talking ’bout no cat i got a forty imma’ keep it near
smoke dead, n-gga more cheese
i’m balling every twenty-four like kobe
and back the f-ck up, you don’t know me
i’m riding dirty every day, you be wit’ the police
binge-watch a show i’m so free
smoke so much n-gga can’t see
got green on me n-gga, jt
yous a trash ass n-gga, kg
imma’ boss
i be buying sh-t don’t care the cost
be gone wit’ you b-tch, ho get lost
diamonds on my t–th f-ck a floss
woah, i speed off eat sh-t n-gga
i be wit’ the demons in the vip n-gga
yea, got bottles on the ground, oh don’t trip n-gga
yea, drinking fizzy red take a sip n-gga
i think i got my kiddies on her lip n-gga
yea, you can see the forty on my hip n-gga
yea, do police donuts inna’ whip n-gga
woah, forty thousand dollars off rip n-gga
red drink, inna’ styrofoam
pack it up lil’ b-tch you going home
pull up to the intuit she give me dome
barley got any friends in my phone
down, set, hut, n-gga megatron
and i give her foot log like i’m jimmy john
yea, in that ho just like it’s ramadan
all black fit, this a one of one
[hook]
smoking super tooky, finna’ smoke some more
ridin’ wit’ a toolie inna’ ghost
i can’t lie lil’ n-gga you is toast
in a turn wit’ my brother watch it coast
my brain going slow mo
jumping up and down on me like a jump rope
give ya’ ten bands n-gga for a promo
heads turn gang hopping out the four door

[outro]
bang, bang, bang, bang
we just lit ya’ homie up n-gga, that’s a no go
tell ’em get the cash, get the cash, get the cash, n-gga
forty, fifty bands and they busting out my polo
i’m balling onna’ n-gga like a laker
d-mn shawty got cake, where the baker?
i can’t lie, she got flavor
give me head, i’ll take it as a favor
standing nine feet onna’ money ball
and this sh-t vvs, i can have it all
real fight night aiming for ya’ jaw
488 spider, imma’ break a law

- dxor scxmbxg

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