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letra de pothole - enphamus

[intro]
he dodgin’ me like a pothole
gang-gang, uh
we ain’t never, n-gga
we ain’t never
trust me, n-gga, ayy
(ecg go crazy)

[chorus]
he dodgin’ me like a pothole
he dodgin’ me like a ram truck
he said it was beef, i am not the police, but i’ll shoot him while he got his hands up
get the h-ll out my business, this .40 on me make it hard to make sure that my pants up
i done told y’all before, i’ma cut off the legs if you wanna be funny, ’cause this ain’t a stand-up

[verse]
you finna die by the name and the image, it’s only gon’ be on yo’ grave when you finished
you wanna think with yo’ peter like griffin, i get the lil’ thotties seduce you for 50
soon as you turn off the lights, finna drill it, i pop out, you die, finna light like i’m grillin’
he was a chicken, i can’t call it rolled wit’ my glizzy, he pop out and threw up his business
you know a stepper, you see one
if i’m by myself, know i got three guns
oh you be with the opps? n-gga, stay one
tryn’a put on a hood like i’m trayvon
i’m just tryn’a show more love to faizon
no more internet dissin’, you comin’ up missin’, you wanna go talk to yo’ people through seance
showed all his colors, i think he was sweeter than wafers, finna get in his box like a crayon
you know, this ain’t the ground you should play on
you can play if you want, i suggest that you don’t, cause you play when you lay, you get sprayed on
i’m the king of the jungle, you come in the trenches and don’t look for me, and you preyed on
i was just kickin’ doors, now they think i’m [?], i guess now i’m [?] wit’ the p, look like rayvon
i’m havin’ bars on bars, granola
sendin’ one shot from the whip on panola
i got more pull and push than a stroller
[?] in the stars, i be higher than yoda
they say that boy finna blow like a motor
i want these f-ck ’bout who comin’ like noah
they know my name, it come wit’ a mask, and h-lla folks down, i’m just like corona
i am the sickest to do it, not sparin’ or leavin’ a witness, i am not jehovah
i’m leavin’ the preachers to do it, the sneakers and geekers to do it
i can not breathe on a beat, if i do, then the people’ll use it
to go back and point out a flaw in my rap, but my flow come wit’ murders and steppers included
i think i’m the hardest to do it
[chorus]
he dodgin’ me like a pothole
he dodgin’ me like a ram truck
he said it was beef, i am not the police, but i’ll shoot him while he got his hands up
get the h-ll out my business, this .40 on me make it hard to make sure that my pants up
i done told y’all before, i’ma cut off the legs if you wanna be funny, ’cause this ain’t a stand-up

[outro]
p-ssy boy, go get yo’ bands up
need a driver, make sure that the fan up
i’ve been tryn’a go, i get my fans up
don’t you wish on me, i don’t need a man luck
know his momma regret that he ran up
gotta’ put a man down if you man up
wit’ a switch on the fire, it won’t jam up
got the game on the lock like some handcuffs
sd

- enphamus

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