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letra de piano trap - lil wayne

part i

[intro]
i pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud
i pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud
i pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud (yeah)
i pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud

[chorus]
oh my god, i’m gettin’ personal now
all i can see is the purplest clouds
oh my god, i’m gettin’ virtual now
i’m bout to sip on this syrup ’til i drown
oh my god, i’m gettin’ thirstier now
i’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
they ’bout to give me a personal foul

[verse]
i’ma thank god for my existence
i’ma thank god for my charisma
i’ma thank god that i’m on the [?]
and i’ma thank god i’m not in the system
i’ma thank god for the pots i had to p-ss in
i’ma thank god for the times i done risked it
i’ma thank god for workin’ out the logistics
i’ma thank god that i’m not a statistic
all of my jewelry is f-ckin’ ridiculous
i cannot really be seriously serious
all of my goons take everything serious
run in the building and k!ll your superiors
k!llin’ the staff and k!ll the affiliates
smokin’ this gas just like it’s some helium
i see y’all -ss all in my peripheral
hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
she workin’ that -ss, continue it
i’m workin’ my plans, ingenuous
i’m talkin’ ’bout mags and millions
mags and millions, man, ask eminem
i got a monogamous smile
i do not know how i do how
i give all of my daughter’s no doubt
it’s been all about now until now
i’ve been keepin’ it quiet but loud
i’ve been keepin’ it private but proud
i’ve been treatin’ the fire like flowers
i’ve been keepin’ it silent but “pow”
and she ’bout to twerk on the ground
oh my god, she gettin’ personal now
oh my god, i’m ’bout to skirt on her blouse
oh my god, she ’bout to slurp up a child (yeah)
she ’bout to twerk on the ground
oh my god, she gettin’ personal now
oh my god, she threw her shirt in the crowd
oh my god, she ’bout to surf on the crowd

[chorus]
pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud
oh my god, i’m gettin’ personal now
call up my phone, and my service was down
sorry, i ain’t been on earth in a while
pop me a perc, and i smoke me some loud
oh my god, i’m gettin’ personal now
call up my phone, and my service was down
sorry, i ain’t been on earth in a while
i’m bout to sip on this syrup ’til i drown
oh my god, i’m gettin’ thirstier now
i’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
they ’bout to give me a personal foul
d-mn

part ii

[intro]
ayy, tell you what you should do, son

[verse]
uh, let’s get personal
percocet got me vertical
them uzis get so surgical
shooters, they shoot like türkoğlu
murder you, then bury you
dig a hole and throw dirt at you
you disappear like abracadabra
magic like 32
it is my time, and, when it is, you on timeout
i’m on cloud 9, and, n-gga, you just on icloud
i’m an icon, i shine and burn your eyes out
you on the sideline, my side b-tch got a side b-tch
gotta sip slow ‘case i die quick, i’m alive, b-tch
born p-ss poor, i’ma die rich full of my sh-t
bust up in your house on some mob sh-t, leave no hostage
leave you lookin’ like january 2nd, july 5th
y’all are witnesses to my battle, i shall fight
been through a whole lotta bullsh-t, still smell nice
poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise
took a few l’s without ’em, i-

- lil wayne

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