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letra de chanel on her ass! - kapo archive

[intro]
(ha-)

[verse]
hop out the van with the vlone jeans
yo hoe on my body i’m bleedin’ codeine
it mix with the molly it go in my lean
i’m in love with my drugs i can’t turn to a fiend
i’m on ten i can’t green
we not batz twin you can’t lean
i had to re-up off the beans
twin taught me how to c-ck it back with da beam
.223 hit em’ he got seen
yo hoe in my phone she been left on seen
i’m with all the sh-ts designer my jean
b-tch i’m in my glo won’t get hit like reese
i’m sneakin’ this n-gga he don’t even peep
arp to his backside he felt the heat
rap money i can еat
we gon send up his soul it go through the trees
this a sеtup hoe whatchu mean?
got the f&n pistol got two from it b
i’mma walk down and hit em’ b-tch i don’t speak
where yo topman? he got delete
40k cash if you want a feat
that n-gga a faker he not really street
fahrenheit been on 30 so i keep my heat
the choppa hold 50 i shoot 33
i’mma hit from the line so i shot a 3
like davis i come from the deep
off the tris and the wockhart sh-t make me pee
drugs not finna take me f-ck a lsd
c-ck it back blow the b-tch back for the free
thirteen goin’ through it got ptsd
f&n on my body b-tch watch how i creep
we smokin’ yo mans in the ground like a cleat
why i’m talkin’ like this b-tch it’s the beat
i’m feelin yo kicks yo sneaks
i take what i want lil n-gga i need it
been off the weed for days now i’m fiendin’
i met a bad b-tch that turnt’ me to a demon
and i don’t even get it not tryna eat s-m-n?
i get mad as f-ck up it and blow it no reason
white plug ready to slide like weiland
backdoor me takin’ me for some treason
backdoor him imma blow his whole region
we all sippin’ dirty who the f-ck round here cleanin’?
arp on my body everyday every season
tryna to kick the cup but the lean got me leaning
fell in love with the drugs and they don’t got me seizin’
[verse 2]
mm
what the f-ck?
this a blitz right now better duck
if he play with the money he bucked
couple sh-lls in the floor and the sh-t make him shush
you can’t party b-tch f-ck out the club
blood on my shoes when i walk through the mud
you ain’t eat b-tch missing a crumb
walk down what you on? these n-ggas on nun
got my hood on feel like the nun
the plug tried to jug me and gave me a nug
it’s floatin’ what’s dis in my cup?
if you boutta try try me i’m puttin’ you up
and shout out tysrkla he off of a x so he stuck
he a green n-gga now but he losin’ his luck
flex the bands to show that we up
and my b-tch got moncler with chanel on her b-tt!

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