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letra de orgasm full of pain - guapdad 4000

[intro]
yeah
yeah
i been drinkin’ this liquor
that’s the key, that’s the smooth right there, yeah
i been drinkin’ this liquor, b-tch, this ain’t no liquor
but it made my sh-t bigger, yeah, it made my sh-t, it made my sh-t
i’m drinkin’ this liquor, b-tch, this ain’t no liquor
but it made my sh-t bigger (yeah) it made my sh-t, it made my sh-t

[chorus: guapdad 4000]
-rg-sm full of pain, yeah
ayy, hangover for champagne
-rg-sm full of pain
can’t feel the same, i just can’t, yeah, yeah
-rg-sm full of-

[verse 1: guapdad 4000]
i hide my pride, but still came to say
she had the time of her lil’ stupid ass life
crawlin’ in that candy paint
strawberry with the flakes
sour apple green, dapper than gucci [?] to the bank
touch more road than the street sweeper
for fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat
sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face
like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat
i’m cuttin’ up today
what is life for an open dude? ghetto got my soul so confused
i used my white voice ’til my patience was overused
use my black force and the white say the local rules
sequoia leftover food
was tap inside my cups, but it’s not from the local brews
uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news
gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved
and it’s all love, as we all bust

[chorus: guapdad 4000 & deante hitchc-ck]
-rg-sm full of pain, yeah
ayy, hangover for champagne (this sh-t slap n-gga)
(i’m finna beat somebody today)
-rg-sm full of pain
can’t feel the same, i just can’t, yeah, yeah
ayy, hangover for champagne (ayy, okay)
-rg-sm full of pain (what was the question)
can’t feel the same, i just can’t

[verse 2: deante hitchc-ck]
okay, yeah these n-ggas pay to f-ck
but i never gave a f-ck ’bout all of the things that most people go crazy for
i been savin’ up bread from projects to get my folks out the projects
but i’m projected, hol’ up, what was the question?
i tweak, must be the weed, no, i read
don’t tell my momma, i promised her i would quit by a week
a soul cold, and i know she know i be lyin’
but i think she feelin’ drained and don’t wanna force it on me
let that sink in for a second
this ink pen is my weapon
i tweak again, what’s the question?
this edible really over here with my head, dawg
okay, i’m feelin’ it
k!llin’ sh-t how i’m makin’ a livin’
me and my syndicate livin’ more frivolous
now that all my business legitimate
grew up a citizen in a city where folks slime outsellers
slytherin all for the love of the benjamins
pendulum swing, rap, shame song, camouflage blendin’ in
’cause those who stand out, soon require casket to sit ’em in sh-t
what was the question again bruh?
i’m off a xanny, please don’t tell my granny, don’t think she be understandin’
i took a trip to la for the grammy’s
pockets on scampi, that shrimp, just like this plane, i can’t tip
i want my pockets on crip, so i’ma hustle like nip
for them blue faces, shoelaces tied, they want me to slip
but i can’t fall at all, me and my dawgs gon’ ball
something, fall, somethin’, something, at all
-rg-sm full of pain

- guapdad 4000

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