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letra de purple / burban - fs_mafia

[intro]
it’s those burban’ kids
coming at you again

[verse 1: fs_ribcage]
i just did a line of cocaine (what?)
8 ball straight to the brain
snort it off the ass, while i’m pushing h-lla hash
cartel tryna get in my lane
junkies on me tryna get a brick of heroin
we gon’ put their ass in motherf-cking maryland
when i get back, get a call from my b-tch
pull up at the gala and she lookin’ like marilyn

[verse 2: fs_bolandboi]
man that sh-t sounds so f-cking smack
sounds like you’ve been smoking f-cking crack
vocabulary, something you very much lack
hittin’ that girl from the back (-smack-) (yuh)
run this sh-t, i’m k!lling this b-tch
run up on me, you getting clapped
i’m really grimy, i think i need a bath
i’m getting real heated, you gon’ feel my wrath
d-mn, you crazy, you really f-cking wack
please leave me alone and let me get my f-cking stacks (yuh, get it)
[verse 3: fs_benavi]
running this sh-t like a half back
smoking that good pac
got an ak in my backpack
also got the big mac
i am the king and the ace, blackjack
give your girl goosebumps, jack black
makin’ that bread like i work at a bakery
feelin’ bad for all the jews who did all the slavery
trippin’ out this world like i’m living on mercury
got 12 trials like i’m motherf-cking hercules
(it’s too hot)

[verse 4: fs_chigga]
hop on this sh-t
it’s gotta cl!ck
we in the whip and we hittin’ them l!cks
i’m being serious
hook got you feelin’ delirious
bang (-bang-), stop being mysterious
don’t f-ck around, cause this ain’t no silly sh-t
bullet to the core like a motherf-cking cherry pit
bars so tight that i had to unravel it
fight to the death in a motherf-cking gravel pit

[chorus: fs_ribcage]
b-tch, who are you?
you and all your f-cking crew
out here in a burban, y’all on horses
that’s my f-cking glue
it’s that bond that holds all of us together;
the one thing that we share is we’re all out chasin’ cheddar
[verse 5: fs_names]
concrete colored bas-m-nt
we smoke like some haitians
you watch in amazement
we best in the nation
got green in my kush sack
poppin’ 17’s, better stand back
reachin’ for the rope but there’s no slack
gonna fold you like a hatchback
f-ck with me, i might hit that
k!llin’ sh-t, home run, slap bat
look at these carts that we rippin’
on that green crack we be trippin’

{verse 6: fs_chigga]
get smacked, b-tch slap
at your b-tch’s crib, finna hit that
snap saw her big rack
hit it from the back, should’ve seen that
little waist but her ass fat, no i can’t cap
oh you got a new b-tch, met her at the rendezvous
when we meet tomorrow, it’ll be like déjà vu
instagram dm, told that b-tch to come on through
sneakin’ through the back is the only thing i ever do

[verse 7: fs_mfnstaley]
not too good at rhyming
not too good at freestyling
i’m still out here f-cking thriving
catch me in the burban riding
out the window poppin’ tecs
5k on my f-cking neck
you can pay me cash or check
y’all can’t wait to see what’s next
(y’all can’t wait)
(bars!)

- fs_mafia

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