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letra de rasta (rolling) - lazygod

[verse 1]
catch me on mi—
catch me on mi—
catch me on mi—
catch me—catch me—
catch me on miami beach, i’m sliding in a jet ski
i done took some l’s before, n-gga, you can’t finesse me
your b-tch in my dm saying, “lazygod, come bless me”
n-ggas think they swagging like me, n-gga, okay, let’s see
i’m up early getting to the money, b-tch, don’t text me
i need blue hundreds, benjamin, that be my bestie
used to get no love, now she pulling up to neck me (d-mn)
all i hang with thugs, all you hang around is pipsqueaks
sold her ass somе adderall, she spinning like a frisbee (yuh)
tripping out thеm shrooms, everything just look so trippy (yuh)
n-gga, don’t you turn that on my dawgs, y’all so risky (don’t do it)
smoking gas [?] n-gga, i don’t drink no whiskey
f-ck you sell a n-gga? now we sliding down your sh-t (b-tch)
you know how i’m rocking, i’m not talking ’bout the milly (okay)
n-gga, why the f-ck you talking, bruh, you sound so silly (okay)
goofy n-gga, you like, thirty, and still shop at tilly’s

[chorus]
n-ggas down bad in the crib smoking flakka
i be smoking gas like a motherf-cking rasta
catch me up in new york eating shrimp ‘n pasta
f-ck you mean, b-tch, i got the sauce just like waka
n-ggas down bad in the crib smoking flakka
i be smoking gas like a motherf-cking rasta
catch me up in new york eating shrimp ‘n pasta
f-ck you mean, b-tch, i got the sauce just like waka
n-ggas—n-ggas down bad in the crib smoking flakka
i be smoking gas like a motherf-cking rasta
catch me up in new york eating shrimp ‘n pasta
f-ck you mean, b-tch, i got the sauce just like waka
[verse 2]
she be popping p-ssy, she a f-cking p-ssy popper
pull up in the truck, it’s a motherf-cking tonka
you was on some weird sh-t, so i had to block ya
so i had to f-ck his b-tch, she singing like a opera
[?] make a n-gga feel like waka
got my [?] ’cause i’m hot just like a sauna
smoking gas, i got the plug in d.c. like obama
no, b-tch, you can’t see me, i finesse then i’m a goner
pull up hit ‘em with finessin’, like a [?]
pull up, give that b-tch a d-ck and i ain’t use no condom
n-gga try to steal my swag, he back up at the bottom
n-gga, why the f-ck you always hating, what’s the problem?

[verse 3]
catch me on miami beach, i’m sliding in a jet ski
i done took some l’s before, n-gga, you can’t finesse me
your b-tch in my dm saying, “lazygod, come bless me”
n-ggas think they swagging like me, n-gga, okay, let’s see
i’m up early getting to the money, b-tch, don’t text me
i need blue hundreds, benjamin, that be my bestie
used to get no love, now she pulling up to neck me (d-mn)
all i hang with thugs, all you hang around is pipsqueaks
sold her ass some adderall, she spinning like a frisbee (yuh)
tripping out them shrooms, everything just look so trippy (yuh)
n-gga, don’t you turn that on my dawgs, y’all so risky (don’t do it)
smoking gas [?] n-gga, i don’t drink no whiskey
f-ck you sell a n-gga? now we sliding down your sh-t (b-tch)
you know how i’m rocking, i’m not talking ’bout the milly (okay)
n-gga, why the f-ck you talking, bruh, you sound so silly (okay)
goofy n-gga, you like, thirty, and still shop at tilly’s
[outro]
drinking old english f-cking up my kidneys
classy shrimp sushi i’m not tryna eat no wendy’s
if i pull up, b-tch, i need the bag just like hefty’s
ay yuh ay ay

- lazygod

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