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letra de michael phelps - john nada

[verse 1]
i was kickin’ in them doors poppin’ locks (poppin’ locks)
i was sleepin’ on the floor poppin’ ox (i was poppin’)
in the streets we out to use to die to shots (we was dying)
sh-t, without my n-gga slxxpy (i’d be), i’d be sleeping (i’d be), dodging cops (i’d be)
on the run, on the run, on the couch
full pouch full of work in the couch (don’t see it)
put 3 more pills in ya mouth (that’s in ya mouth)
let ‘em dissolve let ‘em take you down south (turn it down south)
i’m a grouch, i’ma rob the girl scouts
thought they kept all of they cookies in they house
got a quarter pound of cookies at the house (a lot i stole)
i just stole a pound of wocky from the ralphs (down the road)

[chorus]
i be swimmin’ through your b-tch, michael phelps (michael, michael)
fill a pool with my drip, michael phelps (michael, michael)
she know how to make it flip with no help (know how, know)
so much sauce (yuh) i’ma drown (yuh), michael phelps (yuh, drown!)
lil b-tch i’m michael phelps (yuh, you drown b-tch), michael phelps (lil b-tch)
hide your daughter, i got water, michael phelps (lil b-tch)
michael phelps (drown me) , michael phelps (you could drown me)
if you drownin’, please don’t bother, michael phelps
michael phelps

[verse 2]
i’m in paris druggin’ parents on the ferris wheel
i usually move with ferris bueller, [?]
we like to shoot ‘em twice ‘em flip just like a varial (they like a varial)
some people call it right, some call it vicious, got some variables (variables)
but either way, it’s always on your dish just like a miracle (yes it is n-gga)
so keep a plate ‘cause we got’ serve you fiends and tell you to bury ‘em (be my beans n-gga)
my b-tch a k!lla, she might bleed some if she ain’t feelin’ you
i’m the mean mugger, let me finger f-ck her while she k!llin’ you (while she k!lling you)
so man, i could go and ban uncle sam on the stand (on the stand)
i could change your plans with a gram in my pants (in my pants)
it’s stuffed with bands to my vans, so my stance is relaxed (is relaxed n-gga), charlie mans

[outro]
f-ck all these n-ggas
i don’t trust none these n-ggas
watch these n-ggas drown
watch the life go from these n-ggas eyes
n-gga f-ck ‘em

- john nada

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