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letra de with everything - eli fross

[intro]
grah, grah, rah
grah, rrah, grah rrah rrah

[chorus]
i’m a gorilla, i be feelin’ real bl–dy
it get hot in this b-tch if you touch me
ain’t have a dollar, these b-tches ain’t want me
now i’m lit, so these hoes wanna f-ck me
cl!ck like a rasta, get turned to a duppy
with these shottas, know sh-t could get ugly
like a dollar, these strippers, they love me
it’s a problem, get beat like a dummy
it get litty, it’s whatever
tote that chop, i might hit through my sweater
from the trenches, you know i can’t let up
if sh-t gettin’ tough, i go harder than еver
opps p-ssy, they get wеt up
b-tch bad, but i know she the setup
female felon, still sendin’ them letters
talk down on the gang, you get put on a sweater
[verse]
and we mean it
call up kha, he be itchin’ to clutch it and squeeze it
on my mother, you know i’m a demon
look the wrong way, i might shoot for no reason
and we gritty, i mean really
we ain’t into the talkin’ and piecin’
if you talk out your mouth, we’ll bring out the mop, you know that he into the cleanin’
if we yell in the spot, “n-ggas movin’ hot,” up it
we ain’t bring out the chops to be bluffin’
all my n-ggas turn nothin’ to something
i’ma f-ck on this b-tch and her cousin
and you’ve been on my body, i’m wit’ it
i don’t care for a show, you can get it
all these signs, we gon’ come with no limit
once we back out the chops, leave you finished
yeah, i’m like that
i’d slap a n-gga up, bet he’ll pipe back
i’ll slide through his block like i’m mike jack
give a f-ck where you from, better fight back
and you know me
i don’t care, i get lit on my doley
on the block, off the foot like gin0bili
if you spin through my block with your homies
sh-t could get sticky, get shot with your brodie
uh, uh, and you know that i’m wrapped up like [?]
uh, gotta keep a choppa on me just in case a n-gga tryna get it
uh, uh, and free all my felons waitin’ sentence
uh, talkin’ out your mouth boy, you gon’ need a visit to the dentist
lil’ b-tch let me f-ck off snapchat
slim thick b-tch but her ass fat
in the drop top, ridin’ with the roof down
and she gon’ f-ck ’cause her man whack
ridin’ ’round in my city with glizzy
i don’t know if they envy or with me
i don’t care if she f-ck with the opps
she gon’ line up these b-tches for her man, sh-t
[chorus]
i’m a gorilla, i be feelin’ real bl–dy
it get hot in this b-tch if you touch me
ain’t have a dollar, these b-tches ain’t want me
now i’m lit, so these hoes wanna f-ck me
cl!ck like a rasta, get turned to a duppy
with these shottas, know sh-t could get ugly
like a dollar, these strippers, they love me
it’s a problem, get beat like a dummy
it get litty, it’s whatever
tote that chop, i might hit through my sweater
from the trenches, you know i can’t let up
if sh-t gettin’ tough, i go harder than ever
opps p-ssy, they get wet up
b-tch bad, but i know she the setup
female felon, still sendin’ them letters
talk down on the gang, you get put on a sweater

- eli fross

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