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letra de get lit - fl lotto

(hook)
one hit, drag through the blunt i ain’t never gave a f-ck we
get lit
pick of the litter, wrist looking like the winter
drop the heat in the summer like lebron up in that letter
yo, screw this
n-gga move that cane up in miami like the u b-tch
you’re useless, and i just might let my crew hit
if she sucking d-ck like she toothless

(verse 1)
what y’all n-ggas want is not a problem
hotter than a sauna or a summer out in guatemala
all about the guala
taking life and imma grab it by the collar
hold that muhf-cker up and shake him loose for every dollar
never pausing til i got an uncommon amount of commas in my wallet
b-tch i’m balling, getting change, like obama…. or its autumn
never falling
not a magnet but he keep the metal on him
never stagnant, got go and move it along and…

(verse 2)
can i hit y’all with the truth please?
i’m sybil cause every night she f-ckin a new me
or every night a f-ck a new b-tch
play my sh-t in the microwave, make ya food twitch… ugh
and keep it lowkey if you owe me
we’ll drop ya body off in the gobi without a sod-y
‘less you lookin for that kobe, leave you in the lake with brick shoes
you’re sinking, just thinking bout how the f-ck i make them bricks move
and of that good i know you been bereft
speak in shibboleths so the cops ain’t know where to get him at
im where the sinners at, outside the synagogue
slanging little rocks to everyone in the barmit-itzvah
i’ll admit it’s far, fetched. long stretched
like your fifteen minutes been, i’m on next
on x, cause im on a roll
i oughtta roll up to your daughter’s spot
said she bought an o, she make me harder than an otter box
shaking what her mommy got
i’ll f-ck up a joint, like a torn acl
and atliens get hailed, tho i’m still a dade n-gga to my cells
and i don’t give a f-ck about no album sales
i’ll do it for free
i’m looking like christian bale when nights is darker than me
my dogs will bark up ya tree, if you got problems
and yeen want that drama, have ya name on the front of the obituary columns with
(hook)

(verse 3)
backflip on my sh-t, pop an adderall
my n-ggas need collateral, illegal like forward laterals
we know where the o lay, but we ain’t matadors
i’m standing tall, add another b-tch to the catalog
we moving fast, its not just rhymes that we busting
i bust in your girl head, i call it cum-cussions
you see the sh-t that i spit? f-cking disgusting
you a bank account in the hood, you n-ggas amount to nothing

- fl lotto

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