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letra de sk8 hi's - elijah strange

traaaaaaaap

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m afrogang for life
don’t get stuck with my knife
got that lean in my sprite
actavis get sips at night
od hard to find, but i could get
i’mma put in work till my bones start to sweat
i don’t, i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga turn’ting up
grew up in a city full of broke and corrupt, hol-hold up
young strap n-gga i’mma flex in your zone
don’t be texting my phone, b-tches leave me alone
in the back gettin throwed, and my weed come rolled
take a fl1ck, take a fl1ck, hit the prison squad pose
we got xans, sniff the molly off her body
aquaman, gettin’ gnarly right beside me
backway benz, pay them weed for the door
i am meth, doing no drugs with a hoe, woe
nah i ain’t never slackin’
no time for lackin’, my n-ggas packin’
my homies strappin’, they a butcher crackers
still about that action, i rap for p-ssion
pour that lean, for the love for promethazine
methamphetamine’s in the blood of my enemies
[?]
i-i be high as f-ck smokin’ on that firetruck
me-me and my n-ggas d-mn buck
me-me and your b-tch turning up
mi-might take a shot but i ain’t gettin’ drunk
mary jane pretty but she smell like a skunk
blast klt in my sb dunks
k!llin’ these hoes like [?]
your b-tch got no -ss just a long back
[?], now he’s cool with that
i remember smokin’ on scooby snacks
made it with a flip and start to relax
life is pretend, we ought just die at the end
only spit fire no flame
‘less i get judged with the dead to usin’ abuse
i ain’t f-ckin’ with any of you motherf-ckers
no, b-tch, hoe

[verse 2]
oxycodone to the dome, is your ready to rott?
our indian squad sp-ce rob hoe, is you ready to rott?
i-m-mat the team [?], is you ready to rott?
worst come to worst, man down, is you ready to die?
is you ready to rott?
ready to rott, ready to, ready to rott
is you ready to rott?
ready to rott, ready to, ready to rott
is you ready to rott for your b-tch?
is you ready to rott for your hoe?
is you ready to rott for your clique?
i-m-mat to the death, let ’em know you b-tch!
rott, ready to, ready to rott
ready to, ready to rott
ready to rott, ready to, ready to rott
ready to, ready to rott
is you ready to rott for your b-tch?
is you ready to rott for your hoe?
is you ready to rott for your clique?
i-m-mat to the death, let ’em know you b-tch!

[outro]
immature, motherf-ckers
you know we headin’ to the top
then get it, we never gon’ stop (no)
h-lla b-tch suck a c-ck
2099 motherf-cker you a opp, hoe!

- elijah strange

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