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letra de monarch whip - n2sap

[verse}
and we call em mordecai cause everything he doin regular
just burnt the new cash app method onna cellular
zoomin onna freeway off tha exit yeah that’s a fast car
shining so bright from far away blurry like a star
hittin b-ttons in this foreign skirtin off like it’s nascar
how yu really hatin on me man that sh-t really so bizarre
got lotta weight from this chain on my chest
but i ain’t bench pressin
see you in town out of whip yeah we get to pressin
pull out a paper and pen if you get to testin
got two hoes on my waist yeah they smith n wesson
smacked you in the mouth talkin tough teachin you inna lеsson
getting so p-ssed off wocky like i’m bеnson
pipe ah b-tch order her a uber yeah it’s a one and done
prayin on my downfall sh-t i only just begun
gang pull up on bro yeah yeah now he gotta run
tech foul on the play slam dunk and one
if there’s beef imma chew it up like some peppered jerky
sasquatchin off the jack links flyer than a turkey
dreams of bein on the top got me reaching in
like a candy bowl on halloween i get to trickin
b-tterfly doors on the tesla this a monarch whip
223’s comin out tha semi auto hollow tips
reach in the bag of chips then i h-lla dip
think you gon outperform me huh yeah get a grip
ice under my feet from the loubies get to slipping
full bape hoodie on yeah i get to zippin
say you control da kick better get to grippin
zaza in tha swisher sweet sh-t got me trippin
tear his ass up like a piece of paper get to rippin
bullet holes goin through yo leg now you get to limpin
spicin up in the crock pot but it ain’t betty
step back fadeaway on tha court that sh-t wetty
eminem type flow on tha beat moms spaghetti
why you celebrating for man throw away confetti
nightmare on elm street, slashin like i’m freddy
hang out tha window with a sniper yeah i’m ready steady
fat racks in my jeans saggin blues weighin heavy
me san banom the trio perfecta, ed edd and eddy
get yo ass smoke like some charcoal onna grill
in tha stu for hours h-ll naw i ain’t gon chill
iil hoe say she wanna eat my pickle, issa dill
sitting at the top so calmly king of the hill
dropped the double cup on the floor now it gotta spill
you lookin so stupid poppin all these pills
flexin so hard in tha booth like i’m phil
crack-a-lackin im so drippy yeah like a kraken
money can’t fold in tha wallet so i get to stackin

- n2sap

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