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letra de drogas - mike dece

[verse 1: denzel curry]
stephen the king, open a book and i live in a [?]
‘cuz i ride like christine, strobe like [?]
k!ller the [?], witnesses leaving the scene
i’m running with men and the gods and the kings
aquarius k!lla the murder-machine
bam bam bam when i’m c-cking that beam[?]
plus [?] that i spent on that lean
word, leaving this sh-t in the dirt
after he came from a church
riding a he-rs-
curry the k!ller, the curse
putting my d-ck in her skirt
making her squirt cause she love it
polite, letoya luckett
sing on my d-ck then i kick her like a bucket
but raider ain’t dying, k!ller curry keep them frying
cry me a river, then drag them to the river
then i make them quiver shiver
that n-gg- make them quiver, cold
denzel curry, i’m in my motherf-cking mode

[hook: speak]
how many b-tches do you got inside the hatchback?
how much money can you stuff inside a knapsack?
i need a couple happy meals and a lapdance
sh-t, i ain’t hard to please

what kind of gun do you hide inside your shoe box?
do you still hide money in your tube socks?
you ever lick a few shots at a new cop?
sh-t, now bring ’em up to speed

[verse 2: mike dece]
no more xannies b-tch, theres just a cup of alcohol
mix it with some juicy juice and take that sh-t with adderall
sip the shake until my liver breaks
f-ck her in her little face
and afterwards i take all of the sh-t she makes
there’s cocaine on her dinner plate
she snorts until her motherf-cking vision pixelates
asked the b-tch if she wanted a giant d-ck to taste
when she says yes i beat that p-ssy till it f-cking breaks
i come in this b-tch, liking the p-ssy i’m licking on, f-cking and rubbing the cl-t
don’t give a f-ck or a sh-t
raider the klan you know that we running this sh-t
triple the six
meant it to sell at va, now it’s at 90 to 6
spitting this sh-t like i come with a lisp
truthfully b-tches just c-m on the big d-ck
and it’s all in her lips
enough of this sh-t let’s go back to the crib
came in the crib with a couple of clips
close on my left there’s a gun on my hip
swag and i’m running a b-tch
hotter than a f-cking brick
off timing, f-ck a rhyme scheme, i’m just grinding

[hook: speak]
how many b-tches do you got inside the hatchback?
how much money can you stuff inside a knapsack?
i need a couple happy meals and a lapdance
sh-t, i ain’t hard to please

what kind of gun do you hide inside your shoe box?
do you still hide money in your tube socks?
you ever lick a few shots at a new cop?
sh-t, now bring ’em up to speed

[verse 3: lofty305]
girl, i want your p-ssy
your p-ssy feels beautiful to me
and when i’m inside that p-ssy
the future is all i can see

sliding up in it
lofty305 gonna f-ck you ’til you finish
’til you finish and it’s diminished
then i’ma keep stroking to get my nut in
then i’ma slap your -ss on your fat b-tt baby girl
yeah you know you wanna just suck it
because you so fine like letoya luckett
it’s getting red, lofty305 i pimp fat
with the mad f-ckin’ honeybuns
plenty honey [?]
plenty hundies in my wallet, son
lofty305 got all these b-tches, yeah
i got the broads and now they’re on, son
like it’s n64, yeah n-gg-, ch’yeah

[verse 4: ruben slikk]
305 dade county where a n-gg- live
bust a nut, cover up her face with j-zz
bust a nut, teabag that dirty sl-t
f-ck the b-tch in the coochie, mouth and the b-tt
3 holes so you know you gotta fill em all
hit every f-cking ho, drink the alcohol
tell the b-tch “drink the alcohol or the get the ball”
put that b-tch up on the tub and now she’s so far
gone on all up in the room b-tt naked dancing
now the ho b-tt naked and she booty shaking
oh sh-t, now that sh-t done turned on, good music so the b-tch finna suck my dong, suck m’shlong, what i told to a jewish ho

aw, i was gonna rip it

- mike dece

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