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letra de apple cider - grey sweatpants

[verse 1: chachi pajamas]
i ain’t the one, two, three, or the four
f-ck with me and i’m p-ssing on your kitchen floor
i’m heartless, taking sh-ts on your carpets
get a screwdriver, slap that sh-t up in your armpits
free wifi over here, n-gg-s whipping john deeres racing in the backyard
got our white friends with us and we all on lsd like dock ellis
yo i bet you never got head while watching good fellas
like the whole movie, goody van doobie b-tch i look like b–bie miles
backslash slap n-gg-s ears with a wet towel
yo i’m foul, i’m h-lla out of line and sh-t
yo f-ck you and your conglomerate
spit on your daughter, slap her mother with a sack of quarters
jewish lawyer and young n-gg-s, the king’s vision
i make a difference giving blunts out to homeless n-gg-s
i remember when it was safe to leave your screen door open
now these n-gg-s all pill’d out and pistol holiding
sneaker releases, n-gg-s get their phones stolen
and whatever hypebeast sneaks they came in
got them grown men shedding tears while they tweeting
n-gg-s tweaking yo you better learn to shoot a n-gg-
and the cycle continues

[verse 2: flash giordani]
i think i’m flipping out like sofa beds, my mind is going numbly
wavy giordani simply wants to live comfortably
but all i get is sticks & stones, giving b-tches wishbones
but break them off the short end and disappear when their mom gets home
i don’t do the cuddle buddy, watch “twilight” with you? you funny
skirt off in a dune buggy once your voice begins to bug me
liter bugging, tossing out taco bell cups filled up with rello guts and condom wrappers
you know, the useless stuff
i’m switching up my dealers like the way a b-tch walk
and if she pitch to me cy young, i’m a knock it out the park
disgusted by my shallow thinking, i’m praying when i’m blinking
promethazine puddles feeling muddy watch this young man sink in
fighting in the lion’s den, satan tries to grab my hand
swat him off like cow tails when flies try to land
everfresh, my clothing compositions are astounding
girl go pre-marital s-m-n while my phone is routing b-tch

[outro: flash giordani]
i’m lost like i can’t find my way home
don’t know which way to go like there’s a fork in the road
they say that life is peaches once you finally save toad
but f-ck that i’m about money, b-tches blowing out smoke
x2

- grey sweatpants

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