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letra de blixx in my lap - halfmari

[chorus]
i be creepin’ in the nighttime, n-gga, who is that
posted up, in some all black
yeah, b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t bring you here to chat
i’m gettin head, goin’ 95, with bl!ckies in my lap
i be creepin’ in the nighttime, n-gga, who is that
posted up, in some all black
yeah, tryna get to the cheese, so i’m beefin with these rats
and this b-tch, she think she hot, but she mild like a black

[verse 1]
you in the stu, you stealin my flow
i’m in your house, i’m stealin your hoe
she like, mari, what are those
guns, bands, expensive clothes
oh, yo b-tch gon’ do the most
fell in love with oxycodone
all my n-ggas keep a pole
i’m with nashe, that’s my f-ckin’ bro
l!ck, l!ck, l!ck, she finna l!ck on me
she finna suck on the d-ck, then do a lil split
said, boy, put them kids on me
i get that money so easily
like, b-tch, my fit, got a whole flight risk
she said, put all my nut on her lid
oh, you know i’m a freak, i did
internet hoe, internet gangster, internet pole
i tell you, shorty, to pull up on me, i’m ready to fill up her hole
i’m not a kid, but i call that bih, mami, she be ready to propose, uh
i can’t park in love, i ain’t rosa, i just make money like a posed to
i just ball on a n-gga, poster
boy, you a setback, is you ready to go
i love you, baby, so please do not get mad
but i want to f-ck on that hoe
i’m with kai, mr. loads, i get fly, your girl get low
she get right or she get sauced up, in my designer clothes
[chorus]
i be creepin’ in the nighttime, n-gga, who is that
posted up, in some all black
yeah, b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t bring you here to chat
i’m gettin head, goin’ 95, with bl!ckies in my lap

[verse 2]
yeah, i got these bl!cks in my lap, you stupid
no, you not touchin me, n-gga, you foolish
yeah, the b-tch, she think she mine, she lied
i let her go, she clueless
spit it out, my n-gga, you know i do this
say you got money, my n-gga, then prove it
say you got hits n-gga, you not included
huh, yeah, i got these bl!cks in my lap
you on the bench, n-gga, look at your stats
all of my n-ggas been smokin’ that pack
chop off your shoes, then we make you do laps
you sayin’ these n-ggas is runnin’ that trap
you sayin’ you rich, we know that’s cap
i’m ridin’ round with mari and cat
feel like i’m carti, i be with my slatts
come to my crib, and i’m breakin’ her back
she on my d-ck, and she droppin’ that spit
scorpion, n-gga, like mortal kombat
all of my n-ggas, we come with that gat
all of my n-ggas, we come with that sprat
all of my n-ggas, we ridin’ the scat
can’t f-ck with that b-tch, that b-tch in the past
[chorus]
i be creepin’ in the nighttime, n-gga, who is that
posted up, in some all black
yeah, b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t bring you here to chat
i’m gettin head, goin’ 95, with bl!ckies in my lap
i be creepin’ in the nighttime, n-gga, who is that
posted up, in some all black
yeah, tryna get to the cheese, so i’m beefin with these rats
and this b-tch, she think she hot, but she mild like a black

- halfmari

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