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letra de no play - naturally trash

[chorus: naturally trash]
i’m at the graveyard late night, b-tch, i’m with the guys
droppin the pin where we skate like we sliding on ice
i think i, go, go
i think i ran outta time, whippin on 359, i’m with the winners
she said to me that i’m fire, i told the bros
facts, ain’t talking no printers

[post-chorus: endstar]
i’m at the graveyard late night, b-tch
this drink don’t sit right, on dis side
i take back what’s been mine
with the bros sat here on dis side
new watch cause i ain’t got time
whippin on 359, she told me i’m fire, and she wasn’t lyin
she wasn’t lyin

[verse 1: naturally trash]
aye, imma call it how it is
why your old mans lookin salter than a ritz?
never told liеs, ion chat no b-tches
we hit clearwatеr, we linked up with kristin (radio)
i had fakes in my circle, eliminate
i think it’s bout time that we get it straight
back in those summers and spilling grape sodas
we covered in purple like heaven’s gate
i don’t know bro, is he talking to me?
i done got more blue stripes than the nypd
she told me “i’m sorry, it’s cause i’m a libra”
i slapped that hoe out and it sound like a screenshot
butcher the beef, we got locked out of peta
left a lil meat at the hq and beat it
see me outside, i’m so t’d up
seekers outside, whole block got beat up, yeah
[chorus: naturally trash]
i’m at the graveyard late night, b-tch, i’m with the guys
droppin the pin where we skate like we sliding on ice
i think i, go, go
i think i ran outta time, whippin on 359, i’m with the winners
she said to me that i’m fire, i told the bros
facts, ain’t talking no printers

[verse 2: naturally trash]
lil bro outside, told lil bro “h-llo”
profit, we smoking camila cabello
outside the waffle house toting extendos
rocks in my mouth like i sp-wned out the temple

[verse 3: endstar]
motherf-ckers that’s sleepin on me
but they can’t sleep forever, whatever
i’m switching the temperature, changing the weather
this sh-t lookin breezy, i trap out the bando
his head on a banner, got hoes from havana
kilos in the manor, we bust out the toolie
we ain’t got no manners, imma call it how it is
she on ig live with an iphone 6
i call shots, i don’t take hits
music from the soul but i still make hits and i still got rich
rollin through the city bumpin cocaine clipse
whole circle, b-tch we is winners
we writin so much, b-tch we namin our splinters
i take her to dinner, i take her back home but she stare at the mirror
my life is a thriller, b-tch no michael jackson
hometown, i’m a local attraction
hometown hero lookin for action
we throwing fists, for satisfaction
you better pray i don’t catch your ass lackin
[chorus: naturally trash]
i’m at the graveyard late night, b-tch, i’m with the guys
droppin the pin where we skate like we sliding on ice
i think i, go, go
i think i ran outta time, whippin on 359, i’m with the winners
she said to me that i’m fire, i told the bros
facts, ain’t talking no printers

[outro: naturally trash]
i’m in the vents (hi)
(naturally?) no play

- naturally trash

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