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letra de monster under the bed - milkavelli

[verse 1]
wallabies, d-ckies creased on my steez code
and xanny had me moving like a dream boat
f-ck joseph and the technicolor dreamcoat
it’s just ralphy on my yellow coloured pea coat
tryna get paid off my rhymes
but i’ll be getting money till the day that i die
like, i’m so high, you’re so high
mic geronimo flow, underground like coal mines
you won’t know it [no you won’t]
it’s don silk baby
i make it so peak it turns longbill baby
you got tits, well then you got milk baby
i f-ck rappers up, f-ck b-tches, pop pills baby
i’m smoking good while you’re rolling bush
schoolboy q, i got some kosher kush
pet the kitty, yeah i stroke the puss
then she pulls my pork like it’s slowly cooked
over smoky wood
i never get up early
i’m wearing odd socks and a red sox jersey
gurning off an eccy like burning ya
i’m acting like bernie
yo, we’bout it like percy – miller
burning iller had me turning sicker
miles got that purple k!ller tryna burn my skrilla
and now my pocket’s dented, foreign beggars
you think you’re winning cause your new ting’s my sloppy seconds, nah
you must be bugging like my f-cking ex is
you must be tripping like my f-cking head is
i’ve been getting it in way before pubescence
i already got head when i took common entrance
cause it’s quad mob for life
i’ll be still saluting when i’ve parked off a wife like i’ve parked up at right
sparked up inside
carried on rolling cause the car was stuck in drive
milk, i’m unpasteurised
i still puff puff p-ss to p-ss the time
i find people hard to take half the time
i only eat after eights after 9
i got some fine scottish whiskey
and i’m still standing after 9 shots like 50
and then i write off a 5:50
and often duck the 5-0 like vice city
my rhymes crispy like a rice krispie
always got some life in me like i’m si phili
got my b-tch look like mila kunis
and weed got my jeans improving thats sativialution
you’ve been falling off fam
my new style, unorthodox ham, lamb
and i’m my own number one fan
and my own worst enemy, all in one man
like i’m too rare to die, too weird to live
i scream “laigon life” cause really i’m still a kid
like i’m still wearing nike, and rock clima-fit
and i ain’t scared of heights cause i’ve been high as shit
chewy boy, out of tune like a new telly
i’ve done shrooms for a couple seasons too many
and shout my cracker nate cause my shoes suedy
and i’m paying 140 on the 280
driving on the a40 when i’m too wavey
catch him in the p-ssenger, f-ck you, pay me
eric in the back looking too swayzy
word to hennessy i still salute daily
why? cause it’s quad mob for life
i’ll be still saluting when i’ve parked off a wife like i’ve parked up a ride
sparked up inside, but carried on rolling cause the car was stuck in drive

- milkavelli

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