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letra de 60 seconds - lil young thugger boy & tyron t

[intro: tyron t]
ayo
did this sh-t 60 seconds
uh
yo
lemme rap
uh
so much smoke man, i lose oxygen
uh
yo
so much smoke man, i lose oxygen
yo, yo

(verse 1: tyron t)
there’s too much smoke, i can’t see no sh-t
i light it up, i rolled it up ’till i get higher n-gga
yo n0body never found me, and i’m so lost
everything is dusted enough, n-ggas they just wanna snitch
i’m not that typa gun of snitch, i just keep it to myself
they tryna keep it two cents, n-gga i might knock the sense
better keep your shoes tight, always tight like skinny jeans
and i just wrip wright
the b-tch like me everything i do it, i do it three times
just like thе way that i hit it, i hypnotize her
she likе the swagga, swag so dripping like a mango
she like the rhythm, the rhythm of the colour
i might paint the picture and tell it to make it so politely
i’m like the god, i can’t wait to be a g though
i’m like simple, i can’t wait to be a king dawg
take out these chains, i’m like the cripple
so lost in the world, i can’t find nothing and i’m so simple
okay, i’m so simple and i’m sick right now
i might take a pistol, i’m so p-ssed
i gotta p-ssed though now
[hook]
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm

[refrain]
everytime when i write something, i get so emotional
is it a smoke or is it me, i don’t know what’s wrong with me man
i’m so lost sometimes
even my ex tryna get a long, i never expected some time
i told her, i told that she likes me
and she told me she like me

(verse 2: lil young thugger boy)
yeah, uh
i’d like to introduce myself, my name’s lily
smoke in my lungs, more like music in my lungs
i even go so loud, don’t know what i’m about
i’m about to spread my bread with margarine
i could eat with pieces
jesus i need a reason, we need a blood so that could drink and living
i ain’t no prophet, but i know you goin’ take time to listen
i’m the most underrated artist, so you gotta take a breathing
i would like to say i love you when i’m drunk
’cause i don’t who to trust
circles are bigger than a thought
i’m a thug from the city, where it’s about love
i keep it in my heart ’cause i know what it does, yeah
[hook]
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm
i gotta smoke in my lungs, dope in my arm

- lil young thugger boy tyron t

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