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letra de ben & jerry - grey sweatpants

[intro: dead mike]
aye yo who these n-gg-s think they is?
coming in the club lounging and sh-t
these n-gg-s got sweatpants on, aye yo
i guess these n-gg-s think they hot in the streets huh?
they think they coming hard out here huh?
thinking they can do what they want to do
got sweatpants while we wearing authentic sh-t
awe man these n-gg-s can go head man

[verse 1: chachi pajamas]
i’m eating sautéed dolphin, my cuff links awesome
i’m in miley cyrus mansion with the compactor garbage
and boy i look like jeff hardy coming off the top rope
n-gg-s plotting on me since i pulled up in that manu gin-bli
aye yo my steak yelling “kobe”, i’m tired of emojis
and b-tches that see me that’s trying to act like they know me
rap game josh selby, made it out of the hood
i’m dunking on suge knight in some loose foamposites
modern day street knowledge, i should write my own column
i’ll get you shrooms not a problem i got you lost in your head
them drugs’ll make you grow up, from the eastside with love
your b-tch need some d-ck, and goody the plug
yo these b-tches be cheating dog i’m a tell you the truth
my raps is a animal that you shouldn’t let loose
half n-gg- half amazing when i’m up in the booth
half my hoes had quinceaneras so you know what they is
the other 45% is h-lla thick with remy hair
and they make twerk videos in their underwear
in my world the white b-tches is 5 percenters, it’s crazy
i done dealt with alexis’ (a lexus) and having s-x with mercedes

[interlude: dead mike]
awe sh-t man they got a beijing n-gg- in this b-tch
they going rush hour 4 out here man?
they doing their thing?
i guess they really throwing rice out now man
awe d-mn

[verse 2: flash giordani]
i spit mystical linguistics, she drinking all the nesquik
tell her she ain’t smoking until she wipe off her lipstick
i’m dead serious, casket conversations when i’m trading words
trade the weak and make them battle my charzard
left foes burnt and scorched like scott storch after taxes
it’s a hazardous lesson, don’t blow your bread if you short winded
i’m a end them like defenders, all these goals i’m a tend to them
and if they playing foul, sosa put that glock to your nebula
i’m spectacular pr-nouncing these bars, i’m so vernacular
immaculate when cannabis flowing throughout my vascular
she likes my masculinity so i f-ck her to infinity
she takes d-ck, drinks nuts, and rolls blunts. what a trinity
hummer h3 and i roll mad weed in it
paranoid by police sirens in the distance
fresh off the exit and i don’t know how to act
b-tch tried to match an 8th and was slumped by the time the 4th blunt p-ssed

- grey sweatpants

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