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letra de qwik splif - freshito

roll me up a spliff real quick
and i tuck that b-tch like a pistol wit the plastic grip
f-cked yo b-tch call her crash , it was an accident
spazzing at every track til the masters rip
i’m a master b-tch , back in the slave days , i was prolly masas b-tch secret main thang , present day n-gga , in bettendorf , letting my chains sw-ng
spent nights cold , no blankets just jermaine playing , fast forward
now i’m doing shows , they yell my stage name
i ain’t gang bangin but i got em yelling gang gang
take the blunt , from behind my ear , fl!ck the flame
take the truck out for a steer , switch dem lanes
monie$ , step thru in his chuckies
we rolling up the skunky
you can’t f-ck wit us or touch me , crack yo top like you was humpty
i bogart the money , white folks call me humphrey , split the sh-t wit all my gutties
living lavish lifey lovely

what’s goin on wit the world today
i got poems , revolutionary n-gga mlk
milk the rap game til it can’t lactate , back and forth with n-ggas i wouldn’t do dat on a bad day
back braids
cuz you n-ggas corny and i mean that fo sho
yo b-tch h-rny and she want me to stroke
i told her no , she burnt out like some toast
i just go wit the flow , hope i don’t stutter or choke , choker on dat b-tch throat , she like my hand doe da most
don’t mean to brag , love to boast
i get the gas off the boat
issa lie
but that line is still dope
these n-ggas fruity like dole
i be looping like froot
i dream lucid and i scheme and i blueprint it too
i be turnt up in the stu , like the speakers
i go in that booth and spit them scriptures
cuz this sh-t so real , running the streets , push the wheel , these n-gga street but they squeal , she liked my tweets so i’m on heels
rolling grass up by the f-cking hill
blowing all dese ghosts , on my soul just caught a chill
in this b-tch wit monie$ , chemistry like cypress hill and
if you ain’t got no money , get the f-ck up outta here , for real
monie$ , step thru in his chuckies
we rolling up the skunky
you can’t f-ck wit us or touch me , crack yo top like you was humpty
i bogart the money , white folks call me humphrey , split the sh-t wit all my gutties
living lavish lifey lovely

- freshito

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