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letra de party in da u.s.a - hurricane clark

[intro]
scatta

[chorus]
smokin’ dope, i’m high, like jetpack
feel like kobe when i step back
that b-tch sent me nudes on snapchat
i can never ever text back
feel like i’m playin’ call of duty cause i’m shootin’
pull up in a u-haul, you would think i’m movin’
i get bands, i make chase bank
my b-tch white, like kkk
smokin’ wiz khalifa, kk
i feel crazy, like i’m kanye
pull up on you, tote that ak
let that chopper rip, like beyblade
i’m in love with ben franklin
but, i promise, no, i’m not g-y

[verse]
i get money every single day, i cannot lack now
n-gg-s hatin’ on me, so that’s why i keep the strap for
runnin’ to the money, i just did a couple laps, bro
your b-tch on my d-ck, and she blow me like a saxophone
everybody know you cappin’, what you gotta cap for?
twelve tryna check my phone, so i bought a trap phone
twelve at the front door, i’m dippin’ out the back door
took that n-gg- money, now he ask me, “where the racks go?”
you talk to the police, you be snitchin’, you a rat, bro
how you gettin’ money, but you still got a cracked phone?
uh, it’s a 5s, your phone got a virus
heard you talkin’ reckless, it’s finna get violent

- hurricane clark

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