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letra de campfire - mango the only

[verse 1: mango the only]
tip toe
in my trench coat, got my zippo
hippo, b-tch i been dope
junie b jones
lymph nodes with my sick flow
i say bingo, beast mode
just another rapper from the east coast

make room for the m-th-f-ckin’ guest ho
i bet you understand what ima do
when summer come, fill my head with your
opinion now i’m feelin’ dumb
now me and brokie dance around
we smokin’ to the drum
ya n-ggas is nuisance, don’t get it confused
all you see is nooses, all over the news
and i’m jackin’ my two step, look at how
i move, i’m lovin’ but the truth is
my heart got a bruise, yes i’m a sweetheart
feel it in my tooth, yeah back in the day
all i wantеd was a f-cking coupe
tell em ándalе, movin’ it back
on top of me and you, am i supposed to pay
promo to get the spotlight in a zoo
i should probably escape

copping some features that ain’t
even worth it i knew it
i used to wanna be like them but
because i blew it, b-tch screw it
(you’re falling off anyways)
my bars armstrong
motherf-cker where’s louis

i make you my son, ima put you in a car seat
mango havin, fun, l-riding up to arbies
got a fat blunt, b-tch i really like to party
flip brick, ima stick in the big tip
you fake sh-t like rip n’ dippin, the epitome
makin you basic, have a royalty that’s a percent of me
energy put back into my enemies
it’s your fault i’m going ape sh-t
asic stomp you in the bas-m-nt
mango leaves you in amazement
brokie’s bout to start-patience, and the antic-p-tion
got me pacing
[verse 2: brokie]
b-tch i be feeling amazing
i’m eatin’ the rapper like b-tch
and i’m in for the taking
i really be battle the flamin’
i know you gon battle
that fake sh-t b-tch move
i got a k-i might let loose
i’m finna’ aim it at you
shoutout to everybody in my crew
mango and brokie only smoke boof
b-tch-i’m that new b-tch with the music
goof it-i just f-cked your b-tch she
let my crew hit, boon six
inches off the floor you gon get boo-ted
new whip, i just copped a third like
i’m lew bit

cruisin’
up on top yo block you know i’m lootin’
you losin-all your valuables that ain’t for you b-tch
you know i be smokin’ on that pluto till i’m stupid
that boy tryna jump me now he gettin’ his whole crew split

saw this f-ckin’ paper let me keep you as a ghost
b-tch i used to sell my jordans i already sold my soul huh
i might f-ck around and i might sell a couple rows
smokin on this boof yea i be chillin’ with mango uh yuh
opper said he gonna k!ll me told him do your worst uh
i been chillin’ with yo momma goin’ through her purse uh
why these rappers wanna beat so bad who got em hurt
b-tch i got a box on my fist
steven universe

[outro: brokie]
wake up in the morning
i got the same ol jeans on

- mango the only

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