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letra de switch! - healtrip

[into: healtrip]
ayy, ayy, ay ay ay

bowsy (haha)

[verse 1: healtrip]
hol’ up, uno, i sweep they feet
i self produce i don’t like to buy beats
next thing you know i’m on your tv
standing right next to drake and kd
wh- wh- who do i gotta end today
end on a high note not my way
imma pull up and ride my wave
you askin for it, imma fuel your rage
hol’ up lil homie, but you in my way
imma dunk, i don’t do no fades
a little love come with a lot of hate
don’t mess with me, imma slice your face
don’t talk to me like you ain’t afraid (okay)
rappers is talking they got it made
tbh i don’t gotta a bae
i got a better chance joining the kkk

[verse 2: healtrip]
pull up i’m swervin but i got a handle
limbo show up and turn him to a ragdoll (ayy, yeah)
think he control but i’m in the saddle
think that he right? turn him to a mattel
hе think that he cool? tell him to shut up
pull up and dump it out just like a dump truck (umm)
stop asking mе out, not lookin for love uh
he think he can pull up but imma just shove ya
he think that he got it but he just be stutterin
his chances are lost, i see them all flutterin
flutterin, flutter or something (yuh)
i’m lookin insane, but why are you runnin?
alright, le- let’s switch it up
limbo pull up, gonna rip it up
all of you rappers be sittin up
but we down here and we livin up
[verse 3: little limbo]
ay, just like it wet out i’m keepin my heater
choppa cook you up just like fajita (yeah)
shawty fell in love but i never meet her
got em all [?] just like they a tweaker
i’m finna blow him up, me in the speaker
i feel like playboy but i’m not a cheater (wha)
runnin this game just like i’m a cheetah
young limbo, show me someone who realer
don’t talk to me, boy i snap back
wearin all black i’m lookin like a flash back (what, ay)
he talk too much put him in a [?]
outta my face, boy you finna get a big slap (yeah, yeah)
semi on me, just like ak
[?] money, today a payday
i keep a strap, not down for no melee
robbin the bank i feel like payday

[verse 4: little limbo]
choppa make you dance, uh, ¡olé!
that boy fake, look like toupee
runnin this race, i feel like i’m tay-k
he wanna fight, now he yellin out “mayday!”
i need that cash, it’s more than just funzies
i got a glock, [?] (bow, bow, bow)
that boy a kid, he still wearin huggies
i’m gonna blow but i’m still not lucky (ayy)
i got a tool, i’m keepin it tucky
i’m not your bro, don’t call me your buddy (huh)
[?] and boots, i’m gettin them bl–dy
[?] they already muddy
i been to risky i swear [?]
he think he hard but he already running
he not a punk, we can tell that he fronting
juke you out the scene, boy i am punting

- healtrip

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