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letra de margarita son - enphamus

[chorus]
quit all that d-mn dry humpin’, ho, shake your ass (ugh)
i ain’t scared to go to jail, i’ll face your ass
pistol whip you in the club and shank your ass
terrorize you, do everything but take your ass
i ain’t never gave a f-ck, i’m margarita’s son
back in school, was baggin’ b-tches with adidas on
i was really kickin’ asses with filas on
b-tch gon’ say i’m disrespectful, to each his own

[verse 1]
if i make the right move, i’ll be rich as jigga
found out my own partner skrilla gettin’ d-ck from n-ggas
you f-ck up a n-gga image, crop you out the picture
i ain’t seen him, i don’t know him, if you see him, peel him
the feds on me, i can feel they finna search sum’n
i f-cked up, i put a fully on a nerf gun
if he in my entourage, he done burnt sum’n
police askin’ me ’bout n-ggas i ain’t heard from
next n-gga p-ss me off gettin’ sacrificed
every time a n-gga die, i laugh at life
i need him gone by tonight, i ain’t askin’ twice
i’ll rock the cr-p out you, i’m trash at dice
i know she suck d-ck good, she got past the t–th
i’m finna start a restaurant, call it rapper beef
my 19 right beside me on the mattress ‘sleep
i know his d-mn chain fake ’cause it match his t–th
i know his d-mn weed trash, his plug a dyk-
what’s he on? i’m tryna meet up with your plug at night
put a bag ’round her head and wrap it tight
if she bug, her last sight’ll be a flashin’ light
[chorus]
quit all that d-mn dry humpin’, ho, shake your ass (ugh)
i ain’t scared to go to jail, i’ll face your ass
pistol whip you in the club and shank your ass
terrorize you, do everything but take your ass
i ain’t never gave a f-ck, i’m margarita’s son
back in school, was baggin’ b-tches with adidas on
i was really kickin’ asses with filas on
b-tch gon’ say i’m disrespectful, to each his own

[verse 2]
n-ggas be hangin’ in the hood ’till they handicapped
the switch (frrt, frrt, frrt), got a afterclap
it ain’t never been a task for me to find a b-tch
all i had to do was type it in my apple maps
as long as you ain’t a d-mn rat, i’ll do a song with you
if you a rat, come to the video with your gun with you
the smell of za’ll slap your face like your ma hit you
six to a dance off, you like the sun hit you
distro want another tape, i told him, “send a wire”
‘lotta obituaries came from a n-gga flyer
my custo’ go cold turkey, throw him in the dryer
walk in the booth when i’m recordin’, wanna see a fire
these ain’t no ordinary tens, throw the tongue down
i don’t sell, trade fires ’till the sun down
aw sh-t, kevin durant been f-ckin’ with my music
i’m finna blow, i think i’m finna have a son now
tell my b-tch to order a scale off of amazon
i’m from the swamp, b-tch, it’s always a scale around
come fishin’, you gon’ run into a megalodon
hammer with me, when i blow, it make a thunder sound
[outro]
b-tch, everything i touch turn to f-ckin’ gold, n-gga
ugh, mansa musa, n-gga

- enphamus

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