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letra de potholderz [b mix] - luccas

[verse]
these metal fingers holding hot sh-t
baby, were you thinking that i’d pass the baton?
you could call me d-ck grayson, but the stick ain’t long
i stocked the clip, get yo bandages on
hm, i ain’t even think the damage was wrong
n-gga talking out his neck
now the bandages gone
had his b-tch talking s-x
now her ass in a thong
now the khan looking at her like, fawn
he a dom, ask to hit, she like “fine”
turned to brah, and the n-gga said “fine”
the sh-t’s a little unorthodox
so i probably ain’t tapping that box
either way, i’m straight
i didn’t need the p-ssy anyways
i’m good, n-gga
i’m hood, n-gga
i feel it in my soul
i popped amoxicillin
i could feel it in my bones
least i save a few yеars before my skin turn cold
i could kick it with the homiеs and we all grow old
stick to rolling on the porch
instead of jumping off the porch
n-ggas counting on the crash
what am i at emory for?
you think i’d throw this all away for a go at your throat?
i know hood n-ggas back home
that’s what the contacts for
i got like thirty lines and numbers saved up all in my phone
i’ma stack cheese
then split that sh-t up, ratatouille
pass it all to my b’s
untraceable to me and you still off of the street
it’s a go against me, i promise you won’t leave
i be talking mad sh-t, i ain’t got no enemies
i was all up in these streets, i ain’t got no enemies
’cause my archenemy died when i was eighteen
hot sh-t

- luccas

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