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letra de extreme - mikey da 1st

[intro]
(that weed go crazy)
(awgust, why you trappin’ so hard?)

[chorus]
pull out the fast white cut
know the gas price up
so i need a few racks by dusk
why you tryna gas mike up?
little asswipe punk
you wish you could catch my luck
all these boys wanna crash my fun
mute my sound, grab my tongue
i’m about to blow like a bad guy’s gun
trigger stay blessed, might baptize ’em (brr, brr)

[verse]
i’mma get the bag like a sack race (sack race)
put a hundred thousand in the suitcase (cash)
white boy but i keep a blue face
me and my boss got ties like a shoelace (ties)
heard you want a new bae, touché
only if she made the cut like a new fade (cuh)
really cracked out like a goose egg
i’m about to walk off stage with a loose leg (ow)
always on the track so i don’t need traction
said he want smoke, so i might steve nash him (baller)
you ain’t ever seen action
like dirty dan but i got clean fashion
got three ratchets, got three passions
movie star living at top speed action
mj make ’em wanna copy magic
coming for the best, i’mma drop these mavericks (p-ssy)
all over the gram for what?
and you ain’t making no moves, so you stand for what?
only times you stand out when the camera’s up
i hit the nail on the head like a hammer does (so you stand for what?)
ain’t sh-t sweet
throw it way back like the ancient greeks
i remember last year i was making threes
still stacking up greens like jamaican trees (uh, uh)
i put the keys in a fast whip (fast whip)
give you a reason to fasten (fasten)
running from the squad that’s bad sense
i know that we finna catch him (yuh)
little bougie in the crib, give me coochie in the crib
if i really get bored, watch a movie in crib
know some haters in my life wanna shoot me in the ribs
’cause my ice so cold like a smoothie in the fridge
i catch a play so fast like a bentley
numbers roaring, 1920
stocks on the way, yeah i see plenty
doubled my score went 5-3 10-3
left my pain in the past like a century
left my pain in the past i was empty
devil has taste but he still can’t scent me
left that h-ll. let god come ascend me
envy, shine like a huge bright lamp
titles on me i’m a two-time champ
went back to back now i’m bored and sleepy
bouta act like new york and three-peat
repeat, put you in a high chair, seatgeek
we keep stacking up bricks, won’t live inside a tipi
i can get a couple grand weekly
pullin’ on her tracks, now she wanna get freaky (next part)
i’m a free bird
not a student to the game i don’t see nerds (nope)
go hard like a juice wrld t-shirt
on my new mix when it’s hits wit’ the reverb
tell a b-tch “bring it to me” like she heard (yuh)
you can save it for the best if ya prefer (you could)
just spent my check on a louis v carpet
i don’t like stepping on cheap fur (rich boy)
[chorus]
pull out the fast white cut
know the gas price up
so i need a few racks by dusk
why you tryna gas mike up?
little asswipe punk
you wish you could catch my luck
all these boys wanna crash my fun
mute my sound, grab my tongue
i’m about to blow like a bad guy’s gun
trigger stay blessed, might baptize ’em

- mikey da 1st

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