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letra de ecstasy (feat. babysantana) - murkuri

[verse: murkuri]
got a white hoe, she off the ecstasy
7 regiment don’t mess with me (yeah , ha!)
she wanna run up a check with me
she wanna be right next to me
but i want a bag right to me
and i keep the gang right next to me
g18 cook a n-gga like sesame
sippin’ on red, elmo, no sesame
she see the racks now she wanna have s-x with me?
beat in her back, now she obsessed with me
hop in that godd-mn cat, lets test the speed
no twin tecs, but i keep that sh-t next to me
she blown’ my phone, lil’ b-tch stop texting me
why this lil’ ass boy keep testin’ me?
like i won’t blow that fye’ right next to me
hop in that g65 four seater
sippin’ on red, but its out the liter
this b-tch too boring i might just leave her
or i might just keep her
im a big dawg’ n-gga like clifford

[verse 2: babysantana]
(blat!)
my pockets they fatter than sway
i could put bread in your face
i could get you gone right in broad day
blocked you on ig cause you is so g-y
i call up von to come crack your sh-ll
demon time, we gon’ send that boy to h-ll
gucci cologne and she like how it smell
whats his name? it don’t ring no bells
[??] and we gon’ leave him in the dirt
if he talk down then i call up lil’ murk
and mark, and rex, imma have them boys put that boy on a shirt
any problems i pop him like a perc
and yo pedo friends, they be tryna’ flirt
we gon’ hop in that srt then skrt’
you ain’t sippin’ tris boy you ain’t sippin’ purp’
(yea-ye-yeah!)
can’t sleep at night so the perks im tryna’ make em’ stop
i got kicked from kashwayz and they called me a scammer but i didn’t stop (aye!) tryna’ make it to the top
lately i been making guap’
had to leave my old girl cause my new girl got that wap (aye)
[verse: murkuri]
got a white hoe, she off the ecstasy
7 regiment don’t mess with me (yeah , ha!)
she wanna run up a check with me
she wanna be right next to me
but i want a bag right to me
and i keep the gang right next to me
g18 cook a n-gga like sesame
sippin’ on red, elmo, no sesame
she see the racks no she wanna have s-x with me?
beat in her back, now she obsessed with me
hop in that godd-mn cat, lets test the speed
no twin tecs, but i keep that sh-t next to me
she blown’ my phone, lil’ b-tch stop texting me

- murkuri

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