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letra de supreme on fairfax - lunitik novae

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[intro: lunitik novae]
this mother f—- hard as f–k
no cap
yeah
whole lotta drippin’ goin on

[chorus: lunitik novae]
oooooooo walk in this b—h with the matte black strap
i got it tucked in my slacks
smokin’ a wood and i wrap it in wax
f–k from the back and i pull out her tracks
these n—-s lame wack
i’m in l.a. at supreme on fairfax
christian dior n—a watch where you step at
f&n light and it don’t got no kickback
i got a b—h and she taste like a kit-at
rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
reach for it n—a we jump you like kris kross
pockets is fat as the stomach on rick ross
b—h in the back and she thick and she foreign
diamonds they f–k on my neck like some p-rn
1.5 n—a off tourin’
fred on em cookin’ come check out the form

[verse 1: lunitik novae]
fire is on me go ring the alarm
i got my weed it came straight out the barn
25,000 we spent on her charm
no lamborghini b—h this a mclauren
3 b—–s you think imma mormon
my baby soft as the bear off of charmin
d–k in her mouth at the same time she yawnin’
in the morning in back on the block with that (hot)
when i woke up i had to go p-ss in a (pot)
i was trapped in the hood off of cullen and (scott)
and my n—-s they cookin’ up crack into (rocks)
my lil’ homie he finna go pimp him a (thot)
out the whip where we hop when we run from a (cop)
in iraq yeah i had to go shoot me uh (op)
all the hot boys keep askin’ me when this gone drop

[chorus: lunitik novae]
oooooooo walk in this b—h with the matte black strap
i got it tucked in my slacks
smokin’ a wood and i wrap it in wax
f–k from the back and i pull out her tracks
these n—-s lame wack
i’m in l.a. at supreme on fairfax
christian dior n—a watch where you step at
f&n light and it don’t got no kickback
i got a b—h and she taste like a kit-at
rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
reach for it n—a we jump you like kris kross
pockets is fat as the stomach on rick ross
b—h in the back and she thick and she foreign
diamonds they f–k on my neck like some p-rn
1.5 n—a off tourin’
fred on em cookin’ come check out the form

[verse 2: t-wayne]
choppa on me and it sound like a storm
i’m smokin’ on gas and you smokin’ on corn
whip up that work f–k around broke my arm
rickey and luna got work off the farm
i went to college i trapped out the dorm
f–k on yo b—h while you still watchin’ p-rn
i got that strap on me like jason bourne
imma pull up on you wait til i’m back
i hop out the dually i just got it wrapped
i call up lil’ freddy he came with the pack
i f–k on yo b—h on a premium snap
i came from the trenches i ain’t goin’ back
imma defensive end cuz i came for that sack
put d–k her belly make her take a nap
you n—-s too wack i ain’t giving you dap

[chorus: lunitik novae]
oooooooo walk in this b—h with the matte black strap
i got it tucked in my slacks
smokin’ a wood and i wrap it in wax
f–k from the back and i pull out her tracks
these n—-s lame wack
i’m in l.a. at supreme on fairfax
christian dior n—a watch where you step at
f&n light and it don’t got no kickback
i got a b—h and she taste like a kit-at
rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
reach for it n—a we jump you like kris kross
pockets is fat as the stomach on rick ross
b—h in the back and she thick and she foreign
diamonds they f–k on my neck like some p-rn
1.5 n—a off tourin’
fred on em cookin’ come check out the form

- lunitik novae

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