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letra de stretcher - milly syvour

tell these n-ggas catch up
sipping red no ketchup
these n-ggas ain’t steppers
talking tell him step up
lotto get the stretcher
just in case we check him
just in case we check him
tell these n-ggas catch up

i’m allergic to these n-ggas
make me sneeze like too much pepper
ain’t no flexer i’m a stepper
certified like my name trapper
ain’t no rapper just a n-gga
tryna live a little better
ain’t no feeling when i squeeze
shoot that sh-t straight off the checkup
ain’t feeling in my heart
sh-t too cold like artic weather
we ain’t aiming when it’s late
got a drum for drastic measures
she off x can’t feel her face
could’ve cooked a little better
i feel like my name was wilt
shot a hunnid just flex up
tell these n-ggas catch up
sipping red no ketchup
these n-ggas ain’t steppers
talking tell him step up
lotto get the stretcher
just in case we check him
just in case we check him
tell these n-ggas catch up

tell these n-ggas catch up
(phew, phew)
tell these n-ggas catch up n-ggas max and they get wet up
max whenever
b-tch ain’t no rainy weather
we gone spin again
then hit his friends
i knew my aim was better
he don’t got no tint up on that benz
we hit him spent the section
it ain’t no smith & wesson
b-tch i pull up ain’t no question
b-tch you know we suit up
who you testing?
thirty teach a lesson
she want a profession
make her neck me cause she make it s-xy
and i just pulled up with that stretcher
i feel like i’m next up my glock say that boy next up
done robbing dice i’m on my next stunt
shooters tall as sh-t gone stretch some
we’ve been balling hard no jim jones
beam on the head like india
tinted the finity sh-t all black
all blue flag keep it stuck on the mac
she eat me up like a fruit no mac
these n-ggas broke where the f-ck is the racks
flying and counting the blues all cash
safe in the bank getting broke from the stacks
ten-seventeen on the boot and the tag
they on the chase but i been caught the bag

wait … hmph

i’m in love the racks no need for a price tag
n-ggas be broke and they hating
i like that
sipping on blood the mud not light red
don’t gotta pudge with the wok not high tec

they playing catch-up
must heard that’s a light bag
he little bill got a big head with no bag
these n-ggas talking get turned to a doormat

wait i don’t even know what else to say after that
little p-ssy ass n-ggas..
tell these n-ggas catch up
sipping red no ketchup
these n-ggas ain’t steppers
talking tell him step up
lotto get the stretcher
just in case we check him
just in case we check him
tell these n-ggas catch up

tell these n-ggas catch up
(phew, phew)
tell these n-ggas catch up n-ggas mix and they get wet up
max whenever
b-tch ain’t no rainy weather
we gone spin again
then hit his friends
i knew my aim was better

- milly syvour

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