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letra de moncler on my coat - luh tyler

[intro]
(dylvinci got the code)
(you gotta motherf-ckin’ feel this sh-t, boy)
(ayy, that’s probably tago)
yeah, n-gga
phew, phew, phew
yeah, n-gga, ayy
let’s go, phew, for sure

[verse 1]
b-tch, we get that cheese in real life, this ain’t no skit (this ain’t no skit)
any beat i hop on, n-gga, that b-tch a hit (that b-tch a hit)
bad lil’ b-tch don’t even rap, but she gon’ spit
i’ma pour that drank, i fill my cup, get a n-gga lit
pour that drank inside my cup, it got my movin’ slow
when i step out, i be dripped out from my head down to my toe
ayy, i took off, now these n-ggas sick, i think they got a cold
stayed on the grind and now i’m really lit, n-gga, that’s for sure
[chorus]
kept on grindin’, now i’m really lit, we be hittin’ the road
wake up in the morning, brush my t–th, then i’m hittin’ the ‘yo
i remember when them boys was sleep, now them n-ggas woke
n-gga step out and you know i’m sticky, moncler on my coat

[verse 2]
yeah, n-gga, moncler on my coat
ayy, yeah, they was sleep, but now they woke
ayy, wake up, brush my t–th, then hit the ‘yo
got this lil’ b-tch shakin’ ass, come get your ho (n-gga, uh)
better come and get your b-tch, she shakin’ ass
yeah, you know all my n-ggas good, but all my b-tches bad
we got pape’, all my n-ggas happy, all your n-ggas sad
bad lil’ b-tch, i don’t even know her mama, but she call me dad
bad lil’ b-tch, i don’t even know her mama, she still call me daddy
n-ggas hoes, on my trail, n-gga, they like, “oh, he rapping”
you ain’t make no sale, know your trap drier than a napkin
we be slidin’, know we on the road, get them bands in traffic
we be slidin’ out in traffic, n-gga, runnin’ through them g’s
know lil’ brodie keep that thing, he might run you out your jeans
better know them n-ggas paid me if i popped out on the scene
to your b-tch, i’m freddy krueger, n-gga, i be in her dreams

[chorus]
kept on grindin’, now i’m really lit, we be hittin’ the road
wake up in the morning, brush my t–th, then i’m hittin’ the ‘yo
i remember when them boys was sleep, now them n-ggas woke
n-gga step out and you know i’m sticky, moncler on my coat
[outro]
uh
n-gga sticky, n-gga
moncler on my coat, n-gga sticky, n-gga, uh
phew, phew, skee

- luh tyler

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