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letra de mr. winters - hitemupty

my shooter shoot like mr. winters
just like chris
ain’t going on tour but still got bags up in my sprinter
and when i rap they know it’s fax, ion need no printer
said he was solid, he heard life and turned to splinter
n-ggas trying to steal my swag, they asking where i’m shopping
my groupie all on my d-ck, keep asking when i’m droppin’
shawty just like a bunny, shawty steady hopping
told ’em i might pop out when i pick, it’s h-lla options
got drink up in my styrofoam it’s white like mr. winters
he said that he was solid, he heard life and turned to splinter
everytime i rap they know it’s fax, ion need no printer
‘ian even going on tour but still got bags up in this sprinter

twin just checked my box score, told ’em i don’t plan to miss
my shooter he really a hooper, he bald and ugly and shoot like chris
my shooter just like mr. winters, all he do is swish
i swear my chopper g-y, it see a opp and wanna kiss
n-gga want the broken swag from kali but it ain’t on sale
must be broke
n-gga was trying to buy some gas we robbed him for his scale
gimme that sh-t
said he was making money know he telling tales (haha)
never been good at math you test me i might fail (on gang)
i’ll really ride for my n-ggas, like morty be riding for rick
morty and rick
my shooter not in a good mood until he touch his switch (fa,fa)
if i was sellin’ dope, they’d call me tyler mitch (like back in the 80’s)
just cause you see me spitting, don’t mean that that’s my b-tch
got brothers like i’m samoan but still ride solo (like solo sikoa)
you chasing them little ass hoes like mojo jojo (d-mn that n-gga weird)
he tried to ride and hide got caught by the popo (haha)
said you was solid told ’em what you know though
how the f-ck you gone be mad at me for sum your b-tch did?
she said she was a head queen but her sh-t mid
me and her throat fighting custody ion never see my kids
all that cappin’ that that n-gga doing he must work at lids
man the way that i’m balling on ’em b-tch i feel like chris (feel like mr. winters)
when i pop out and you see my fit, you better hide your b-tch
man just know if i shoot my shoot b-tch i’m finna swish
all this gold on my f-cking neck, sh-t look like i p-ssed
my cougar b-tch 34 she keep begging for a birky
she bending over knock the stuffing out that turkey (mmh-mmh)
i know she like me cause she told me i’m so flirty
ty you so flirty
you n-ggas chocolate y’all pro nouns should be hershey

got the drink in my styrofoam it’s white like mr. winters
buddy said he was solid he heard life and turned to splinter
every time that i rap they know it’s fax ion need no printer
i ain’t even going on no tour but bags up in this sprinter
twin just checked my box score told ’em ion plan to miss
my shooter he really a hooper, he bald and shoot like chris
my shooter like mr. winters all he do is swish
i swear my chopper act g-y see an opp and it want a kiss
aye that sh-t hard right there, let me hear that back

- hitemupty

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