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letra de no fat bitches - global.trap.ceo

[verse 1: $amael]
cooking like i’m based god
six stacks in the vault
essentially addicted to pot
don’t act like it your fault
i’m finna pole vault
into bed with your thot
have yet to be caught
that’s my only thought
gotta sell some stock
seven pounds, that’s a lot
but not as much as we smokin’
you know we tokin’
and we stay lit
trees in the swish
and a couple acid hits
my ma would throw a fit
ain’t that a b-tch
bake the blunt
make it nice and crisp
louis duffle bag filled with cash
no heroin
just me and some gin
i got a couple friends
nostro algos is what we in
and we coming in hot
taking the bull by its h-rns
and making it an ox

[hook: $amael]
bang bang
thar she blows
it disgusts me the way she touch her toes
you can’t read the book if you can’t flip the paige
it’s grotesque how much she weighs
lifting her takes days

[verse 2: $amael]
k!lling the game
twisting up the dankty dank
grey goose in my stomach
mix it with the cloud from the chronic
hooked on the tonic
arizona iced tea and vodka be the recipe
k!lling sh-t making sure y’all rest in peace
used to be a straight arrow, using common sense
now i’m higher than a pharaoh, leaning on that actavis
f-ck twelve
they know i’m smoking that top shelf
in h-ll is where i dwell
used to be an angel, but i fell
f-ck it
i’m rolling up that chronic
finna fly again
pouring up that bombay sapphire chronic gin

[hook: $amael]
bang bang
thar she blows
it disgusts me the way she touch her toes
you can’t read the book if you can’t flip the paige
it’s grotesque how much she weighs
lifting her takes days

- global trap ceo

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