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letra de gohomeyou'redrunk - isaac indica

[chorus: isaac indica]
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok, ok, yeah
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok, ok
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok i got it aye
ok, ok

[verse 1: lb]
just popped an x
i f-ck my ex
she giving neck the p-ssy wet
i wanna check so i can flex
what do i do next i’m in a rush
this ruger bust and it ain’t got no kickback
you ain’t moving no work n-gg-
you just need to watch and sit back
you might get clapped
cause bro keep a big gat
you know that he stay strapped
and we don’t rap we just talk bout our life on the beats
we really in the streets and you know it i’m a real n-gg- and i show it i’m a real n-gg- and i show it

[verse 2: lil critt]
h-ll nah we’re not playing
that money is what i’m saying
that p-ssy i’ll be slaying
before i sleep i started praying
i’m praying that i make it out
tryna be the f-cking biggest out
stacking up my paper, getting h-lla faded
i’m talking higher than ever
i stay so elevated
we got girls who kiss girls but we don’t call them dikes
we don’t play them b-tch -ss games boy cause this ain’t lil tykes
i’m catching plays call me randy moss
stacking paper just like a boss
i’m eating too good i need to floss
test your luck like a coin toss
people steady hating cause they so petty
gotta keep one eye open you can call me fetty

[chorus: isaac indica]
ok i got it yea
ok i got it yea
ok i got it yea
ok i got it yea
ok i got it yea
ok, ok

[verse 3: isaac indica]
feeling like a motherf-cking terrorist
strap by my side like a motherf-cking sheriff
you n-gg-s hide cause you n-gg-s scary
dutch for the high and that motherf-cker berry
finesse with my bros like ed, edd, n eddy

[verse 4: lb]
the way i mix my words around i sound just like a poet
when i get my first check me and my n-gg-s gone blow it
you know that they toting the weed that we smoking is potent
keep talking under ya breath and i’ll crack ya head open

[verse 5: isaac indica]
she out of her body, i wanna get naughty
sippin’ on sake if you don’t believe it just watch me
i’m bout to get me sloppy, i’m getting some sloppy

[verse 6: lb]
this sh-t is easy i do what i want
can’t n-body tell me nothing
you say you got shooters right?
so i’m wondering why they ain’t bussing
cause my shooters blow on sight
you might just lose yo life

[verse 7: isaac indica]
she tryna take me for a ride, asking me to come inside
how could i just let that slide
when it’s satan in her eyes
tried to play me like a dummy like you ain’t seen a lot of guys
i ain’t been surprised what the f-ck is on yo mind aye
i been grinding for a long time
you try to stop it i’m like p-ssy f-ck yo peace sign
lil hoe topped me off in a nissan
sucked me dry now i feel like a capri sun aye

- isaac indica

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