letra de staples scammin' - lil fructose & friends
[verse 1]
they call me a classic the way i be a staple
they call me a baker the way i’m putting bread on the table
they call me melted ice the way i be dripping
these haters falling down stairs, i told them they are tripping
call me [?] i call it my paper clip
i call her metal vice the way she got the grip
i never lie on my printers i’m a true brother
make the ops steal thе sheets i make ’em take covеr
they say i’m [?] the way i be tokin’ up
they think it’s grape fanta the way i got purp’ in my cup
i be tooling on the greens call me hammermill
i never pay any of my dues that’s the way i stack bills
real lil fructose sh-t
[verse 2]
i just robbed a guy who works at staples
call him jesus cuz’ i hit him with the staples
wait f-ck i meant to say nails not staples
you wanna hear an inside joke? shoutout j-ples
i just f-cked a bad b-tch i cum then i scurry
had to write this freestyle that’s why i’m in a hurry
took too many flintstone gummies now i’m blurry
my opps are f-cking racist, that’s why they always slurry
lil fructose hopped on the track, thank you very much
this freestyle f-cking sucks
but the prerecorded verse man this sh-t came in clutch
[verse 3]
hopping on the track call that autism speaks
your music f-cking sucks call that autism speaks
got a lifestyle that for you is out of reach
we’re still on the come up while our opps already peaked
you already know that it’s lil fructose in this b-tch
if you say we f-cking suck then you can f-cking suck my d-ck
houdini sh-t make my opps up and disappear
you need an id if you think about coming here
diamonds shine so bright and they clear like my pee
you know that i made it when they send shots at me
pay up for the future i won’t do that sh-t for free
b-tch take off her clothes for me i told her (yippee!)
how the f-ck you claim to make bank without a money spread
why the f-ck you sh-t talk at 3 am lil bro go to bed
why the f-ck he think he smart he f-cked in the f-cking head
how many f-cking times did i say f-ck y’all better place your bets
over/under? this ain’t f-cking bowling only bout the bread
why you sending shots still when you always end up left on read
hillbilly b-tches with no t–th give the greatest head
arkansas shawty suck me up and slurp me til i’m dead
yuh
it’s lil fructose in this b-tch huh
i don’t know what else to say
f-ck you
f-ck the u.s. government too man i don’t know what are we doing?
the f-ck are we doing as a country man?
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- letra de venezuela es mujer - sergio umbria
- letra de autumn leaves - garbanotas
- letra de ghayal sher - gdramt
- letra de complicated - jg
- letra de so good - serayah
- letra de bloodstream - poppy tears