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letra de say phat! - nine vicious

[intro]
the flyest dj on the east coast, d-d-dj phat
(if you ain’t rockin’ with dj phat, who the f-ck are you?)
(gargoyle, gargoyle)
you ain’t got no dj phat exclusives? heh, hold on, drop it-

[chorus]
i just pierced my f-ckin’ lip (yeah), i can’t even speak, yeah (sheesh)
i just popped a f-ckin’ addy (say what), b-tch i’m tryna geek, yeah (what, what)
i got bad b-tch on me, yeah, bad b-tch on me geeked, yeah (turn up, turn up, turn up)
i got blood b-tch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (i’m goin’, i’m goin’, slatt)

[verse 1]
i told phat let’s drop this sh-t (let’s do it, let’s do it)
i’m finna rock-out b-tch (d-d-dj phat), told these n-ggas “moshpit” (say what)
she ain’t got no bbl but my b-tch still thick (say what)
i ain’t no blood but i bang the five, lil’ b-tch i’m mobbin’ (slatt)
yeah, slatt, yeah (d-d-dj)
yeah, slatt, yeah (d-d-dj phat)
i was on drill but i roll with my b-tch, i was tryna gеt some money (no cap), yeah
i got a bad ahh ho tryna f-ck mе, she tryna f-ck-f-ck-f-ck me, yeah
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none that sh-t, ’cause i got a k if ya’ lucky (say what)
i’m sippin’ on drank, god-d-mn this bubbly, i hide that sh-t in my curtain, yeah
i got a bad b-tch in tokyo (what), she tryna pull up and suck me, yeah (slatt)
bad b-tch know that a young n-gga pretty (d-mn, dj phat), no i ain’t ever been ugly, yeah (bodyslam, slatt)
i just cheated on my b-tch, but she still gon’ love me, yeah (wah, wah)
[chorus]
i just pierced my f-ckin’ lip (yeah), i can’t even speak, yeah (sheesh)
i just popped a f-ckin’ addy (say what), b-tch i’m tryna geek, yeah (what, what)
i got bad b-tch on me, yeah, bad b-tch on me geeked, yeah (turn up, turn up, turn up)
i got blood b-tch on me, yeah, already know she was a freak, yeah (aye phat, what’s goin’?)

[verse 2]
what’s goin? (yeah)
hug me and ask how i feel, shawty (ask how i feel shawty)
my ho bad she thick, d-mn, my ho she got some eyes (say what)
i just pierced my face, my ears, god-d-mn i’m feelin’ gnarly (what)
i’m just smokin’ gas, i’m geeked up like bob marley (f-ck goin’)
sh-t, bob marley (f-ck goin’)
sh-t, bob marley (f-ck goin’)
i got hoes, yeah, i don’t know why these hoes call me (what you talkin’ ’bout)
all these hoes call me (slatt)
all these hoes call me (no cap)
i just might ball on a b-tch ahh n-gga, god-d-mn i feel like [?]

[outro]
(gargoyle, gar-gar)
(f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, the f-ck you talkin’ ’bout)
(gargoyle, gargoyle)
slatt, slatt

- nine vicious

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