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letra de spillin' drank (remix) - mitchellel

[intro: mitch-llel]
ooohhh, ooh baby
i’ve been working so hard

[verse 1: mitch-llel]
seven days a week i’ve workin’ hard
now i deserve to floss down the boulevard
thou should try to (?) day
ladies everywhere, they call me leather plane
don’t worry bout what’s in my cup
look at where i’m from everybody’s screwed up
i’m super clean, just left my car on
i might have to turn that (?) round cuh

[hook: mitch-llel]
i keep spillin’ drank, i keep spillin’ drank, i keep spillin’ drank
i keep spillin’ drank, spillin’ drank, spillin’ drank
messin’ up my wood grain
i keep spillin’ drank, messin’ up my wood grain
i keep spillin’ drank, i keep spillin’ drank, i keep spillin’ drank
i keep spillin’ drank, spillin’ drank, spillin’ drank
messin’ up my wood grain
i keep spillin’ drank, messin’ up my wood grain

[verse 2: t.i.]
i’m finna shut the block down, top down, ridin’ chrome
pink sh-t in my styrofoam
any man can be k!lled
but these twin .40 cals i got say i bet i won’t die alone
i still ride that ‘lac in the name of pimp
blind with a hammer and a thing to whip
b-tch ain’t f-ckin’? she got to go
shoulda known that before she even came in here
i keep diamonds all in my neck, wood all in my wheel
and broke n-gga you ain’t talkin’ no check
and you ain’t talkin’ no meal
he’s so cool, he’s so cool
he’s so paid, he’s so paid
your b-tch gone choose right in your face n-gga, he’s so lame
anyway i got drank drippin’ all on the wheel i’m steerin’
n-ggas hatin’ but the jewelry’s so loud, can’t hear it, no
i’ve been gettin’ money
n-ggas just now gettin’ sh-t i bought brand new two years ago
i got drank poured up and a (?) ray band
pay the mad black he ain’t seen that yet
and anybody gettin’ money get a soda (?) and k!ll it
just don’t spill it, drank

[verse 3: big krit]
diamond in the backwood grain make me hold up
choke up, pour up what the four for
slabbin’ in the ham semi, call me cold cut
i got the kind of (?) that might just shake your ho up
swole up, rim make it hard for me to roll up
fifth wheel in it like it gotta grow up
on the curb, no stain when i show up
never broke down like a center, gotta post up
coast up, (?)
dosed up (?)
i’m focused on my okra and perpetrating
it’s gator tryna put a f-ckin’ n-gga on my shoulders
no love, n-ggas turn big when they close up
you was with your b-tch and i broke her
even though you was lov-e-dovy, super sippin’, pullin’ on choker
n-gga, my beats k!ll her
shake that (?) with a pole in the middle
make a ho play the fiddle
no ac on a hot summer day, i’m cold as the winter
ugk in my dash
comin’ down but don’t crash
on the scene actin’ bad
screwed up in my gl-ss

[bridge: mitch-llel]
my styrofoam keep tippin’
trynna hold it steady while i’m sippin’
see the money been made already, man
so a n-gga ain’t really trippin’
plus i’m leanin’, leanin’, leanin’
just poured a deuce up, and i’m leanin’, leanin’, leanin’

- mitchellel

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