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letra de dirty blunts - lil cross

[chorus]
sometimes i wonder where my mind go
thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
p-ssy so clean, but i nutted on her -sshole
pistol whip a b-tch, i don’t f-ck with a spaz hoe

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m trappin’ ’till the day that i fall
i got my hands on a band, she got her hands on my b-lls
i got a phone you can call
mobile if you need a car
got xannies, yeah i got bars
i’m driving, i’m in the stars
only got gas in my ‘gars
i ain’t as mad as you are
i come alive in the dark
i’m a dog, i don’t bark
i got the tree, but no bark
i got a blunt i could spark
i got the gas in the cart
i got the trap in my heart
i got the trap in my blood
i bet the trap ain’t enough
i gotta run them bands up
’cause i ain’t showin’ no love
no i can’t front you a dub
i don’t like you enough
i got blunts to be stuffed
i got mouths to be shut
i got p-ssy to f-ck
imma pull up in a truck
imma take back what i want
then imma smoke me a blunt

[chorus] x2
sometimes i wonder where my mind go
thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
p-ssy so clean, but i nutted on her -sshole
pistol whip a b-tch, i don’t f-ck with a spaz hoe

[verse 2]
let that pistol be exposed
bet that pistol make you choke
put my d-ck inside her throat
put a bullet in your nose
b-tch i’m totin’ got the pole
i’ve been totin’ too much dope
homie snortin’ too much c-ke
drop the xanny, let it float
wettin’ you up like a boat
i just copped it for the low
flipped the pack before i go
i got loud and i got blow
you mad ’cause you ain’t in control
i got gas that im finna roll
i run it fast and take it slow
now i’ m kicking in the door
f-ck my mind up, ain’t no more
f-ck it, i’m just finna pour
i’m trappin’ ’til i hit the floor
i’m trappin’, hold that pistol up
them diamonds that my fist full of
ain’t wondering where they’ll end up
still hungry, i ain’t had enough
i f-cked her, but we not in love

[chorus] x2
sometimes i wonder where my mind go
thoughts so dirty, yeah my brain is full of asphalt
p-ssy so clean, but i nutted on her -sshole
pistol whip a b-tch, i don’t f-ck with a spaz hoe

[verse 3]
i told that hoe to suck my d-ck
i ain’t finna front you sh-t
i ain’t finna cuff no b-tch
and imma put that on my life
put my life right on my wrist
put my d-ck right on your b-tch
if ain’t walking with a strap, then b-tch i’m walking with a knife
b-tch i’m counting bands, throwing hands, making plans
i got money, i got xans in the pocket of my pants
bet them bullets make you dance
on your life, won’t take no chance
on your life, if you took grands
on your life, i give my mans

- lil cross

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