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letra de armpit - morbucks

[chorus] morbucks

w-ssup, uh
get cash up, uh huh
light his -ss up, fasho
i’m gettin it, with your mistress
he stealing, i’m in it
smoking sour, in the ceiling
lit city, built different
it’s bucks, you listening
stop f-cking with me yeah n-gg- go ballistic
got racks in my hand with me no tennis
big stick on n-gg- so it ain’t no wrestling
i know he shiest like me can’t trust it
riding round in a white and red coupe like i’m russian
dese n-gg-s like a mother f-cking script ima buss em
i was smoking on the gas sh-t smell like a armpit
i was drippy to the socks fifty thousand my garment

[verse] drew drippy

tell a b-tch get up
hundred round drum in the clip get you hit up
i was dead broke, hitting them licks everywhere we go
my heart so cold, i said f-ck it had to put my wrist on froze
back in the days, i was kicking down doors had to change my ways
house in the hills, she a groupie lol b-tch and i heard she pop pills
back in the field, i see n-gg-s die man this sh-t could get real
run up them bands, told all of my brothers we stacking them m’s
ima drive in the benz, oh that is your girl i heard she a fan

[chorus] morbucks

- morbucks

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