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letra de s.p.e.d - little bush

[intro: lil bush]
it’s been like, 14 months
i really cooked it up
keep ’em waiting, you know what i’m saying?
you know i had to do it to ’em

[verse 1: lil bush & juan gomez]
cookin’ on chicken, we run from police
stealing your b-tch, yea we clappin’ her cheeks
my jump-shot water, yea eyes on release
livin’ the stop so we might steal your niece (yea)
water, water yea i shoot hoops
colors on me call me fruit loops
color drip like i’m fruit juice (yea)

[verse 2: lil bush]
missed calls, yea chief called (yea)
all he said was this is it
jumper be flooding your gym like a hurricane
’cause you know that i’m not missing it
in the lab, yea we whippin’ it
in the lab, yea we mixin’ it
got the bag, now we fillin’ it
got the bag, now we sealin’ it

[verse 3: lil bush]
get the bread, now we makin’ the digits
don’t need an hour, just gimme a minute
you see the vision, yea i’m on a mission
i get on the grind, and i stay in the kitchen
why you always with the bad vibes?
why you gotta be so negative?
yea, you always with the bad vibes
why you always so compet-tive?
swear that i’m not a bad guy
yea my bars they be mad fire
never out, i just add lines
yea you care, you a bad liar (oh wait)
get what i want, yea get what i want
change up my b-tch like a font
change up my b-tch like my style
all you b-tches just be wildin’ (yea)

[verse 4: lil bush & juan gomez]
i’m in my zone, i’m on my throne
got the bag, now we thrivin’
no you b-tches cannot stop me
run to your mom and now you can’t copy
whippin’ and drippin’ you b-tches be trippin’
we pull up on you, a tsunami

[verse 5: lil bush & juan gomez]
gotta get into it
with my b-tch caught me up while i was touring (yea)
wondering what she be doing
so i just hop in the foreign (yea)
trip to the future, i took the delorean
tired of this hoe so i switch up to lauren
cookin’ and whippin’ yea they call me jordan (yea ok)

[last verse: lil bush]
yea you know i’m never lackin’
all these haters so distracting
throw ’em bullets call me manning
now they just reachin’ and grabbin’
get the bag, no subtracting
on the top, now i’m lappin’
on the top, send ’em packing
gettin’ this bread, you know i’m never cappin!

- little bush

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