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letra de take off - lil mister

[chorus: diesel & lil mister]
i got bands in my pocket, b-tch, you know i’m a boss
smokin’ dope, i’m with the stars, b-tch, you know that i’m gone
similar to a plane, b-tch, the way i take off
enemies our mini-me’s, yeah, these n-ggas too small
enemies won’t hold me back, b-tch, i’m ’bout to take off (yoom)
these n-ggas, i don’t know, i just call ’em the flaw
when we make it to the top, guarantee we gon’ ball (ball out)
i’ma giant to you n-ggas, man, you n-ggas is small

[verse 1: lil mister]
i’m on my money sh-t, they say i think i’m a boss
i’ma shine on you n-ggas, all i know is to floss
and my pockets super fat like i stuffed rick ross
ridin’ in a foreign whip just to splurge and show off
if you hit the loud once, man, i swear you gon’ cough
and my homies with the sh-ts, so you n-ggas, get lost
in my zone, turnin’ up, yeah, i’m ’bout to blast off
three, two, one
montana go ham, b-tch, i go ape sh-t
ridin’ in a benz, b-tch, i am skatin’
diesel is my mans and we stay up off that loud
pack, sticky sh-t, keep a n-gga in the sh-t

[verse 2: diesel]
off the loud, my eyes low, i can’t see you at all
i know all these b-tches going, i crack ’em like credit cards
i pull up, straight flexin’, hoppin’ out foreign cars
sippin’ on that sp-ce juice, i’m vip up in mars
i’m too high, need a parachute
girl p-ssy warm like a pair of shoes
and the watch sick, a n-gga might puke (ugh)
don’t come at me wrong or i might shoot
i’m all about the money, i’m gettin’ to the loot
make my gun blow like a tuba do
i’m through this b-tch, i stay blowin’ pack
my money long and my pockets fat
like velcro, i keep the strap
i could make a scene if they wanna act
that trigger pulled and them sh-lls clapped
my cup full and them swishers fat
me and mister run hoes like back-to-back
bring the seven out the door like i’m shootin’ cr-ps

- lil mister

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