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letra de glitch - molly santana

[chorus]
i’ve been smokin’ on some shrooms and it’s f-ckin’ up my lung (uh)
[?], pop my sh-t, momma raised the wild one
i go crazy, go loco (loco)
turnin’ up, got these hoes [?] (yeah)
get the block jumpin’ like a pogo
if you tryna take photos, they gonna take photos (yeah)
n0body then, it’s a no-go
i ain’t no two dollar-ass b-tch, you know i pay for all my sh-t
told that broke n-gga “get a grip”
get you some money, get some chips
[?] the racks then i dip
queen of the trap, i can’t trip
my pockets heavy, walk with limp

[verse]
fill them with gas like a blunt
[?]
if it ain’t ’bout the bag, i can’t trip
if it ain’t ’bout the bag, i can’t trip (trip)
if it ain’t ’bout the bag, i won’t trip
yeah, i’m flyin’, i take trips
flights to [?], flight to the hills (yeah)
she said she wanna stay in the hills (hills)
can’t get no monеy from me, lil’ b-tch, [?], get yo’ ass back on that grill
yeah (yеah)
she said that i’m cold, i love it, that i give her ass the chills
yeah (yeah)
just came from the doctor and they told me that i’m f-ckin’ ill
[?]
i’m so fresh, like [?]
treat me like [?] and you know i’ll blow yo’ sh-t
call up bro ’cause [?]
n-ggas be on me like [?]
tell ’em “cut the bullsh-t, you not rich”
n-gga only flexed up for the pic’
say he a rapper, but it’s all skits
say he gon’ pull up, but it’s all love
tell ’em bring a cat all for the kid, yeah
lettin’ off fire and it sound [?]
yeah, you know i got a ‘nother n-gga’s b-tch
and my pockets [?] rip but you know i can’t [?] on these [?]
make the money count up, glitch
count it up, not no one’s
i like n-ggas who got the drugs and ride with drums
and i like b-tches that don’t take pictures, that just know how to have fun
she keep it private, silent
[chorus]
i’ve been smokin’ on some shrooms and it’s f-ckin’ up my lung (uh)
[?], pop my sh-t, momma raised the wild one
i go crazy, go loco (loco)
turnin’ up, got these hoes [?] (yeah)
get the block jumpin’ like a pogo
if you tryna take photos, they gonna take photos (yeah)
n0body then, it’s a no-go
i ain’t no two dollar-ass b-tch, you know i pay for all my sh-t
told that broke n-gga “get a grip”
get you some money, get some chips
[?] the racks then i dip
queen of the trap, i can’t trip
my pockets heavy, walk with limp

- molly santana

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