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letra de spf! - idris foris

[intro: idris foris]
i called this one “spf!” ’cause it’s, like, some summer sh-t
me and [censored] was in the summer type sh-t
i can still feel the sun on my skin

[verse 1: idris foris]
i can’t get caught up in politics
whole f-cking album i gotta mix
they mad that i ain’t go to college, sh-t
i’m not the one who need knowledge, b-tch
i ain’t in need of no scholarship
don’t wanna be in your following list
don’t wanna be in your conversations
in your conversations, got a spot in it, yeah
i’m spending summer just texting these b-tches
i’m flexing the business, i think it’s amazing
i’m hexing the witness, who shawty replacing?
i gotta deface him, put him on a hitlist
i gotta go back, i went producer, i gotta go rap
i went commercial, i gotta go whack
i went too far, now i gotta get packed
i met this girl and i think she the one
two minutes from me, i think i’m in love
two minutes with me, i think she in love
two b-tches with me, i can’t pick just one
i wipe my skin down with spf
telling these hoes not to stress me yet
telling my opps not to check me yet
check if my b-tch went and text me yet
check if the people respect me yet
check if my ex looking s-xy yet
check if my checks looking stretchy yet
check if my boy over
bae, i’m not famous, don’t flex me yet
bae, we just f-ck, you my bestie, yeah
whip out the rollie, it tick and tock
left that b-tch mad, she been kicking rocks
[verse 2: yarothekid]
purp’ in my cup, b-tch, i sip a lot
i f-cked that b-tch in the parking lot
used to have trust, i don’t got a lot
steaming the room, b-tch, i swear you hot
hit up la, b-tch, i feel like dot
hold up, lil’ buddy, i start a clock
why you gon’ change like a autobot?
she say, “yo, yaro, you know the spot”

[verse 3: idris foris]
hands to myself, i can’t choke a thot
i am not gang, i don’t hold a glock
do it in the car, make the rover rock
f-cking her good, she like, “hold the spot”

[verse 4: yarothekid & idris foris]
whisper in my ear, i think i’m dead, uh
pop too many (no), they get in to my head, yeah
i don’t wan’ feel the pain, i don’t wan’ feel a thing
b-tch, i don’t care what you said, uh
motherf-cker rhyming, they talking that sh-t
i’ma pump his ass up with some lead, uh
told my mama that i’m sorry that i act this way
i been hiding all my feelings like that sh-t some masquerade
[outro: idris foris]
i can still feel the sun on my skin
i can still feel the sun on my skin

- idris foris

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