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letra de 127 mph - goobers

start talkin sh-t boy and we get you hit
we going to smoke on that pack finally roll like a spliff
all these b-tches be talkin but i’m pistol packing
hoe i’m never lacking yo b-tch finally tap in

pullin out the chopper ima make him bleed
bro smoking gas yeah we smoking that weed
driving so fast you can call me lightning
berretta on my belt b-tch stop fighting

tap that berretta my homies is better
we high off that blunt better go bite the dust
talkin that cap ima let that sh-t spray
shoot you for no reason like what’d i say?

what’d you say?
me n wubba going to spray
better get out my face cuz you b-tches is lame

aye b-tch on my lanе like get out my way
ruin your life i’ll ruin your facе

hey who’s this?
b-tch my name is squizzy
i get on the beat and i make it look easy
no kizzy
i’m with the goobers, we doin’ like 100 shows in your city
wait wait
we going to spin this block like a rubik cube
wait wait
we going to spin it back like a cul de sac
aye aye
brody talkin’ sh-t i ain’t one to chat
hey hey
ima pass it off like a quarterback

take it down back, b-tch how sad
move these wrists like a b-tch, godd-mn
got to heart o’ lack, now the world glad, f-ck your track
team two hitting home, give the world a heart attack, like woah
who me? nah i’m just fine, read the sign
f-ck a bank, b-tch we going to make the world blind
budder really going to hack the worlds “free” mind
do a day, in a chase, we don’t need time

on the internet, talkin’ sh-t, and i’m like (who)
“fake motherf-ckers” say me, but that’s (you)
be a ghost, goobin’ bout, split the world in (two)
get a blame game, pointed, and i’m like

sit down with yo plastic toys, and get a listen
i don’t f-ck with you, when i got my own vision
count a bet, write a check, say we met, i forget
f-ck a jet, play roulette. i’m in debt

and i pull up with a stick
and its chillin’ on my hip
got a toolie in the crib
hitting harder than the kick
2k on my wrist
your b-tch she mid
my b-tch she bad she bad as sh-t
you a fake you a lame get off my d-ck
got a 9 got a tec posted with a stick
you talk down shut up or get bl!cked
ghosts only pull up with a badass drift
up, down, left, right
what you try to do tonight
shawty tryna eat
she just wanna take a bite
baby les go
lets fly
solo
loco
take it slow
make a show
find a flow
so you know

drop it down real low
show us you a pro
i fly out to mexico
onto the studio
what you waiting for
hop on the wip
people don’t like me?
i show them the clip

pack dance range, maybe pull a double homicide
ain’t it real strange, fly a height, f-ckin’ pick a side

(naw) smoking on that pack till sundown, b-tch
ill combo yo ass and i’ll leave ya in a ditch

yuh, we going to get hot in the stu no equator
if he want the beef i’ll serve him like a waiter

(ay) i’m makin’ the paper that won’t even save her on
blowing my d-ck like a f-cking vapor

and i’m on demon time put a bullet in yo mind
22 sitting on my side finally blow it like a mine

yea we got you on sight come and catch me outside
hoe i’m still popping pills with a badass b-tch

- goobers

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