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letra de squadied up - fresh coast

[verse 1: pistol mcfly]
first off i’m on some bullsh-t
nah, eric clapton if he got clapped in the p-ssenger of suge whip
i ain’t got no ghostwriter, flow tight- looser than
most n-ggas you know, but it’s still tighter
three stacks for my mingo
life like casino
dudes will never get the key code
you know me from befo’
ain’t no forfeit
po’ for that money potion
number play, hard to focus
kobe dunkin’, i be posted

[verse two: fredo]
yo, on the track, we’re what the pack fears
i write my raps clear on the cracks of black mirrors
bring that -ss here
i think the feds followin’ on the onstar
and now they questionin’ everything like they nardwuar
same ole same wit’ the fredo fray i’m statewide
then overseas on permanent vacation from the lames i
stay fly, really i’m just write on sh-t and make my name like stay high
really i’m just tryin’ to mack on chicks and stay cool, ac; bayside

[verse 3: lush one]
never [?] offers from the t.r.a.p. makin’ sales
no man i don’t even like cocaine, i like the way it smell
r.i.p. dead folks, my hitters bangin’ caddy gang
swear i hold the 30 cop bananas no orangatang
coat so fresh, boulders glazed wit’ that italian dressing
ferragamo fendi b-tch that’s that italian dressing
ain’t no half steppin’, big daddy with the ‘cane (kane)
trick daddy with a cane
been (ben) savage i hit topanga

[verse 4: chefboybonez]
yeah my jewels wet got ’em drownin’
swag drippin’, get doused in it
peasant horses is what i lounge in
elegant linens got ’em in they feelings
i’m grindin’ hard, yeah truckfit
grab the clip, aim and spit, make a n-gga truck flip
scurred off in a cutl-ss
wake up, yeah i’m money hungry
my shirt still got the tag on it
i ain’t got time for loungin’
throw them hands like chung lee
yeah this that praying mantis mixed with a little monkey
add a little cookies in my fonta smokin’ on jumanji

[verse 5: okwerdz]
low hoodie, cookie in a doobie
battle rap tookie they ain’t put me in no movie
you can still get bodied, f-ck ya little bubble gum, average
these rookies get p-ssy whipped like 21 savage
that’s a case of mistaken ident-ty
i don’t got time that’s a waste of my energy
just chasin’ my destiny, probably wrote for your favorite celebrity
super human when the groups together we the new avengers
except we’re cooler members, dawg we’re squadied up

the fresh coast paved the road they traveled
you can’t hold a candle to a solar panel dawg it’s not enough
but they actin’ like they ’bout it
but we got the place surrounded by the thousands dawg we squadied up

- fresh coast

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