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letra de pink runtz - lil patient

[intro]
“hey, biccies; b—- it’s until the 3rd”
“g6k”
“lil patient”

[verse one]
got my feet kicked up; smokin’ pink runtz, (-inhale-)
gettin’ to the bucks; makin’ n—– mad as f—, (“on god”)
they tried once to sneak a diss, (“what, what?”)
but they ain’t sayin’ s— to us, (“what, what?”)
‘cause i’m ridin’ with them biccies, and a .40; quick to bust, (“yeah”)
i don’t worry about the bread; i can’t be no other way, (“nah”)
old b—- all on my phone; why she still callin’ me “bae”?, (“huh?”)
i’m tryna hotbox in a wraith; smokin’ gas like everyday, (“skert”)
choppa in the gucci bag, and they know that i don’t play; then i had to quit the percs’, (“for real?”)
they was for real f—— me up, (“for real?”)
so now my n—– keep that purp’ up in the blunt and in the cup, (“d—”)
i can take your new b—–, (“d—”)
and i can turn hеr to a s—
but i ain’t gon’ do that, (“why not?”)
‘cause you can’t even gеt it up, (“d—”)

[verse two]
they be like, “lil pat’; how you get all of that cheese?”, (“guap?”)
need to worry about yourself
instead of worrying about me, (“on god”)
i be on my s— for real
i got a couple kids to feed, (“for real?”)
i’m on my daddy s— n—-; i get ‘em whatever they need, (“oh, yeah”)
on my daddy s— for yo’ b—- too; she all up on her knees, (“huh, what?”)
ion wanna f—; i’ll pack your stuff, so now you gotta leave, (“d—”)
i ain’t chasin’ you, (“g6k”)
you just a thug; i’ll pull and make you bleed, (“okay”)
ain’t no shoutout from me n—-; i ain’t givin’ s— for free, (“f— no”)
all you lazies need to get off of your a–, and get them racks, (“racks”)
if i spend that s—; i guarantee you that i’m gon’ make it back, (“on god”)
they all waitin’ for the day that i go crazy on a track; well here it go
here it is, ‘cause i be really holdin’ back
[verse three]
i could pull up at the party, then i’d pull off with your b—-, (“no thank you”)
i could pull up at the trap, and leave it with a couple bricks, (-sniff-)
if i pull up at the stu’, i’m leavin’ with a couple hits, (“d—”)
my life crazy as h-ll, boy you can’t even handle this, (“for real”)
i be shyin’; i ain’t even scream
i really ate this s—, (“on god”)
on the block servin’ fiends; with the bowl, and scr-pe that s—, (“on god”)
and i’m still drippin’ heavy; bruh i could bury you in this s—, (“on god”)
make that b—- into a housewife, i’m talkin’ apr-n s—, (“on god”)

[outro]
“gang, gang, gang”
“biccies; b—-”
“gang, gang, gang”
“g6k”

- lil patient

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