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letra de m.p.w.l. - lil wyte & frayser boy

[intro x4: lil wyte]
molly pills, weed, liquor

[verse 1: lil wyte]
i’m about to do what triple 6 did to me way back in 1994
corrupt your kids and start it all over, this mafia sh-t will never go (ma-ma-mafia)
smoke weed, dri-drink liquor, get high as a motherf-cker
fu-f-ck b-tches, get money and never sleep around f-cking sucker
i’m on a cap and a half and i ain’t even hardly hit the crown
way more focused then i was an hour ago and i still and i still won’t lay you down
i’m in the studio, it’s 4:34 and i’m going ham on this lody beat
me and thug therapy on a little bit of everything
you better believe we super geeked
i’m high as a plane, drunk as a fish, now all i really need is a trippy chick
one that knows how to party, turn up quick, and bend over and this d-ck
the name is lil wyte, if you thought i was dead you got another motherf-cking thing coming ho
i’m up in this b-tch, all da way turnt, i’m probaby gonna be da last one out the door

[hook x2: lil wyte]
molly (turn up)
pills (get high)
weed (get drunk)
liquor (get f-cked up)
molly (turn up)
pills (get high)
weed (get drunk)
liquor (get f-cked up)
molly (turn up)
pills (get high)
weed (get drunk)
liquor (get f-cked up)
molly (turn up)
pills (turn up)
weed (turn up)
liquor (turn up)

[verse 2: thug therapy]
loratabs, percocets, weed
do you got what the f-ck i need?
with my trippy kit and some yellow sticks, pain k!llers for dinner it’s time to eat
it ain’t good molly if i got to sleep
it ain’t no party if there ain’t no freaks
full of them beans if you know what i mean
it’s ace in her face and she on her knees
what the f-ck you thought it was?
that ain’t kush, that’s cali bud
it’s we about to get high or what
that’s og wyte kush, fire it up
hit it, split it, pop it, drop it
down a couple roxies then i rock it
cl-ss a narcotics in my pocket
n-gga we about to take off
blunts to the sky, cups to the right
ain’t no catching me, alright
mane i’m already gone
p-ss that strong, forgot how many mollies i’m on
wyte got me on some sh-t, and he call it molly lean
and pills all out at 8, that’s a quickie stoner momma made
i sip lean and i pop bean, blue cheese with my blue dream
couple blue eyed girls on the wyte ball, what’s that? a wet dream
now everything coming to speed, why is everybody looking at me?
pop another molly, pop another bottle
about to stand on the table, what the f-ck you mean?

[hook x2: lil wyte]

[verse 3: frayser boy]
n-gga everything i do, got a sip mud, gotta blow strong
smoke dang near a whole zone, like cvs when i go home
got loratabs, got percocet, on bars, this how i started off
with a cup of drank, got a blunt of dank, now i’m throwed got a n-gga nodding off
wyte brought the drough with the therapy, my n-ggas they brought some more
when will it stop? i don’t know, my white b-tch she stone blowed
we drugged out on everything, when i’m high my mind just elevate
n-gga pop a pill, won’t hesitate, we turnt up like every day
we talking shots, we f-cking hoes, we blowing loud, we [?]
we popping pills, we getting high, this the life we live just to get by
i’m fly high, no coming down, i be in the clouds, no parachute
we f-cked up on them drugs, to the point where a n-gga gotta carry you
let’s go

[hook x2: lil wyte]

- lil wyte frayser boy

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