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letra de slappin 5s - maar

[intro: babyfxce e]
huh (thank you, jxlan)
b-tch (i appreciate you)
yeah
huh
huh, huh, yeah
tee just walked in with the micro drac’, huh

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
tee just walked in with the micro drac’ without the wood
don’t ask me for my phone, b-tch, i’ma ask you if you good
five hundred blue strips in my hand, this sh-t look like a book
ridin’ with chop up in the ‘cat because they fl!ck, they gon’ get cooked, huh
i don’t know why i bought this watch, that sh-t was a waste of time, huh
don’t let bro pour the drank, he tripped and wasted a line, huh
lost a ten on tour, bro, that sh-t was a waste of a dime
tell lil’ bro to chill, he ridin’ striker, tryna waste a n-gga life

[verse 2: maar & babyfxce e]
huh, your b-tch a freak for real, she spent a night and f-cked the guys
never trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, you f-ck that b-tch, we slappin’ fives
huh, i be gettin’ high
smokin’ weed, popped a shroom, i’m tryna touch the sky
n-ggas tryna sell me weed, i told they ass that i supply it
act an asian ’round this b-tch, i tell ’em hurry up and buy it
she said her man comin’ back from work, she told me hurry up and try it
and i’ma do that
how these n-ggas goin’ ’bout these b-tches? n-ggas too lavish (b-tch, b-tch)
[verse 3: babyfxce e & maar]
b-tch, huh, he put his gun up on the counter, that mean he too relaxed
how the f-ck i’m ridin’ in the scat that’s worth a louis bag? huh
when i get this label check, bro, i’ma chew the bag
it don’t matter if it’s chrome, when i shoot, it’s goin’ through his hat, huh
i been gettin’ rid of hoes like, “i’m through with that”
swing the switch across his face, now sh-t look like a jason mask
huh, back window broke, i’m tryna take the glass
once you try to slime me out, i swear it ain’t no shakin’ back
i ain’t sleepin’ by myself tonight, bro, where my baby at?
dropped her off like, “never mind,” i can tell she finna make me mad, huh
f-ck that chill sh-t, finna put this sh-t up in y’all face
can tell he ain’t held sh-t with that drac’ ’cause that b-tch still on safe, huh
y’all be hangin’ ’round a rat like that sh-t okay, huh (b-tch)
hittin’ a b-tch from the back, then put it on her face (yeah)

[verse 4: maar]
left it on her face, it felt like botox and she like that
she left your ass alone, you got a pole, but still ain’t like that
huh, you know that i don’t cheat, but if i do, just know she like that
why you beatin’ on your b-tch? ike and tina want they life back (huh)
e just told me thirty n-ggas there, so i brought the drac’
it’s a forty-clip up on that b-tch, when i shoot it, ain’t gotta aim it, huh
drinkin’ lean and smokin’ weed, so i ain’t coughin’ off that dank
said my b-tch like to suck on my d-ck ’til she braindead
my head f-cked up, i don’t even trust who i’m layin’ with
and ever since that durk sh-t, i’m lookin’ at my mans weird
the flint boys just pulled up, just know the fans near
and we ain’t even gettin’ out the truck until the bands clear

- maar

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