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letra de in my studio - graffik

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[chorus]
she wanna get all in the studio and f-ck tonight
tell her, “baby, what’s up?”
then she come to my place and get drunk
when i beat the case, i went numb
no, do not play with these drums
i just been makin’ me some
i smoke it right to the lungs
she tryna f-ck in my studio tonight
she be convincin’ me to believe in all these lies
everything she speakin’ be deceivin’ every time
see you in the street, they put that sheet ovеr your eyes
[verse 1]
pleasе don’t blink, they put that sheet over your eyes
don’t play games about they name, they down to ride
swear they ’bout that sh-t, they ain’t about to hide
even from cops, yeah, yeah, swear they bound to die
why we so mad ’bout a life that we ain’t choose?
gift of gab, watch the sh-t i’m ’bout to do
pull up to your pad, yeah, i’m with the crew
can’t go out sad, no, i can’t be you
i don’t mean to brag, no, i’m just tryna be real
they wish they had what i had, yeah, now they tryna steal
if i told you i got you, i got you, no more paying for meals
no more paying for bills
they pray that i chill, but i can’t ever chill

[chorus]
she wanna get all in the studio and f-ck tonight
tell her, “baby, what’s up?”
then she come to my place and get drunk
when i beat the case, i went numb
no, do not play with these drums
i just been makin’ me some
i smoke it right to the lungs
she tryna f-ck in my studio tonight
she be convincin’ me to believe in all these lies
everything she speakin’ be deceivin’ every time
see you in the street, they put that sheet over your eyes
[verse 2]
it’s in front of your eyes, you still do not see it
i been gettin’ so much money that i think i’m ’bout to become and elitist
yeah, must i repeat it?
that b-tch, she say i’m the sweetest
she open up like a book and i read it
she suckin’ my p-n-s, i love when she tease it
i love when she clean it, she so obedient
startin’ sh-t up in your town like a deviant
they know i do it the easiest
they got that melatonin in they drink, they gettin’ high off of sleepiness
man, that sh-t weak, yeah
i been high for weeks, yeah
take it off, don’t tease, yeah
i’m not coppin’ no pleas, yeah
she just for the street, she can’t be with us
cuttin’ off my weakest link, tryna see a plus
all that hate inside your brain, but you not speakin’ up
i’m with your b-tch, she into that freaky stuff, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
she wanna get all in the studio and f-ck tonight
tell her, “baby, what’s up?”
then she come to my place and get drunk
when i beat the case, i went numb
no, do not play with these drums
i just been makin’ me some
i smoke it right to the lungs
she tryna f-ck in my studio tonight
she be convincin’ me to believe in all these lies
everything she speakin’ be deceivin’ every time
see you in the street, they put that sheet over your eyes

- graffik

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