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letra de can't drive stick - jerome farah

[verse 1]
you mad
y’all n-ggas mad as f-ck
y’all got plaque inside your t–th, but not inside your catalogue
i got a rollie on my wrist and i can’t read no -n-logue
but for them big handouts, i know your little hand is up ’cause
you mad
y’all n-ggas is steaming
y’all be acting brucе all mighty
but i’m never gon’ beliеve it
i put three men in a morgue
’cause i’m the god like morgan freeman
the love child of jesus, allah, buddha, had a

[chorus]
i just bought a whip, but i can’t drive stick
my wifey, girlfriend, mistress, they is all one chick
i know she ain’t a stripper, still i gave her the tip
’cause her allocated seat is on my big black
i just bought a whip, but i can’t drive stick
my wifey, girlfriend, mistress, they is all one chick
i know she ain’t a stripper, still i gave her the tip
’cause her allocated seat is on my big black, woo
[verse 2]
you mad
y’all n-ggas is lonely
y’all ain’t got no boo and i’m there like every sunday, woo
running home so i can do my donkey kong thing
then i blow in it like nintendo 64 game
you mad
always, y’all n-ggas is salty
looking for your pepper potts
but n-gga, i’m tony like stark
tony like hawk
tony like tony montana, soprano
that’s my part

[chorus]
well, i just bought a whip, but i can’t drive stick
my wifey, girlfriend, mistress, they is all one chick
i know she ain’t a stripper, still i gave her the tip
’cause her allocated seat is on my big black
i just bought a whip, but i can’t drive stick
my wifey, girlfriend, mistress, they is all one chick
i know she ain’t a stripper, still i gave her the tip
’cause her allocated seat is on my big black

[interlude]
[?]
shut the f-ck up, n-gga
[verse 3]
i’m done with these grown-ass manbabies
and they he say, she say
while they’re lying in their grandmama couch
still texting off they pre-paid
look it ain’t my fault you yourself and your hand
is your kind of three-way
look it ain’t my fault
you got a body like a nokia 3310 with no snake
on the godd-mn thing
i swear that karma is a b-tch
and your b-tch been kama sutrin’ on a d-ck
and that d-ck swings between some other n-gga’s legs
it ain’t my fault, it ain’t my business
so let the lord be my witness
she raising yours and swallows his kids, woo

[outro]
y’all n-ggas sound like
waa, waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
y’all n-ggas sound like
like waa, waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
you crying ass b-tches

- jerome farah

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