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letra de intoxication - g-therz

[intro: g-therz]
ayo
tonight’s mantra is two words… f-ck it (hahahaha)

[verse 1: g-therz]
b-tch, i’m saucin’ until we hit the mornin’
the dj got it louder than a v8 engine roarin’ (skrrt)
ain’t here to be bitter mane like the liquor taste
i do this my way, actin’ like a kid and play
too hype at the f-ckin’ house party tonight
i’m gettin’ tanked with no limit like the army arrived (uhhh)
to the point where somebody finna call me a ride
and black out back to the future like i’m marty mcfly (hey doc)
imma make a prost like oktoberfest in town (ja)
as i run these tracks ’cause i go the extra mile (yeah)
and i’m just messin’ ’round, no time for regrettin’ now (wooh)
while i’m checkin’ out these beautiful femme fatales
’cause i shoot for above average, ain’t talkin’ academics (aye)
i show that i’m top in my class with the baddest b-tches (wooh)
ring the alarm ’cause tonight we’re gettin’ so lit
they call me the bread maker because rye is gettin’ toasted

[hook: mister morgan]
we’re gettin’ turnt tonight
so put ya hands up to the sky
take my keys, no way imma drive
for tonight, i’m gettin’ drunk and high
we’re gettin’ turnt tonight
so put ya hands up to the sky
take my keys, no way imma drive
for tonight, i’m gettin’ drunk and high
[verse 2: g-therz]
straight up runnin’ through like tequila that’s 100 proof (yeah)
i’m not the type of young mc to go bust a move (uh)
but can’t resist the ladies with their booty poppin’ (aye)
with bass fatter than a track of bootsy collins (wooh)
’cause i’d be diggin’ callipygian chicks (oooh)
that’d be keepin’ it real with no brazilian lift
though i’m full of me from the angel’s intoxication
this shawty’s body shakin’ got me hooked in conversation (d-mn)
don’t you know, that’s a risky combination (woof)
and especially without a moderation (sh-t)
and if i decide to add in chronic blazin’
imma need dr. dre in for this operation
but i’m like a chemist with my own concoctions
ain’t always first class, if you know what’s poppin’ (what you got?)
like this dr. pepper with some jack, no harlow
in the mix, i’m finna spit until they have the bars closed, uh

[verse 3: g-therz]
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m gettin’ crossed tonight (yeah)
i ain’t lost my mind, i just ain’t forced to drive (skrrt)
my homie got the sparks, ain’t talkin’ la, boy (wooh)
by now, he higher than michel’le’s voice (hehehehe)
i don’t know what ya read man, but let’s get dirty (yerrr)
if you know the drill, motherf-ckers gettin’ st-rdy (wooh)
what you thought, we just fist pump in central jersey
b-tch you must be delirious, no eddie murphy
but this 151 rum i’m sippin’
better not have me in this muhf-cka trippin’ (uh)
’cause when you’re wildin’ with a beast like me (woof)
we party and bullsh-t like b.i.g

- g therz

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