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letra de private p - mournteo

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[intro]
it isss what it iss, it isss what it isss, aye yuh

[chorus]
i hop on a private plane
with the versace all on my neck
bustin’ this b-tch like a clip bustin’ out the tec
makin’ my millies i’m bouncin’ up all these cheques
choppa lil boppa black-mil with the wooden spec (bow bow)

lotta drip on the floor when i millie rock
top-side heavy, gold chains, got a weird walk
gym class hero with a badge, you can call me brock
1-2-3 punch punch hit the lean wok

[verse #1]
elevated, i’m moving ahead got you frustrated
you extendin’ your arms got you elongated
cut you off like my knife and that sh-t serrated
yuh aye

mental status
i blacked out and woke up on the strip of vegas
i got girlies who f-ck with my insta status
but i dodge and i block, put’em on hiatus
haaaaaaah
beef with me
but you kissin’ the toes of these other fiends
got you suckin’ and f-ckin’ from underneath
you got to back up i need time to breathe (yuh yuh)

six feet back and that’s regulation
got the covid, corona, i’m feeling anxious
f-ck 12 for trynna take all my franklins
got a clip with your name on, f-ck you francis

don’t gotta spend 30 up on this belt
cause i carry this .30 up on my belt (buh bow)
karate, big choppa, no greenfelt
livin’ up my life cause i’m feeling like a roosevelt

b-tch you high cause you smokin’ up p-ss stain
one punch man i be giving you this chest pain
why you gotta lock up all my all my dogs and the cocaine
f-ck my bars i’m the main line gas mayne (b-tch b-tch b-tch)

on the corner i’m high and i’m dealin’ potions
and the prostitutes f-ck me in slow motionnnn
no screamin’, no moanin’, ain’t no commotion
and she can’t feel my d-ck so i’m never boastin

but she do feel the glock when its c-cked and loaded (pew pew pew)
i’ve been eating so good now i’m feeling bloated
my lines are so toxic, they so corrosive
part my soul in two pieces, they call me moses
[break]
hol up hol up hol up….this dude talking about moses!!?? thats sacrilegious

[chorus]
i hop on a private plane
with the versace all on my neck
bustin’ this b-tch like a clip bustin’ out the tec
makin’ my millies i’m bouncin’ up all these cheques
choppa lil boppa black-mil with the wooden spec (bow bow)

lotta drip on the floor when i millie rock
top-side heavy, gold chains, got a weird walk
gym class hero with a badge, you can call me brock
1-2-3 punch punch hit the lean wok

[verse #2]
strangulation, and for free i can send you up to vacation
imma do it without any indication
redneck say, what’in tarnation (yeehaww)

i blow at your chin with this xd
oh lord why these hoes wanna test me
don’t forget that my xd is not disney
finna drill fifty rounds up into both knees (bow bow bow bow)

my dot red just clifford (hraaaa)
i’m born in the winter i bring out the blizzards
they callin’ me harry potter i’m a wizard
turn your ass into a muf-ckin’ lizard (hahahahah….mournteo)

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