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letra de pink slip - no-uh

(intro)

hey
ok
yea i should’ve stayed inside
oh yea
oh yea

(verse 1)

ok yea i think i woke up drunk
i’m trying party till the ceiling comes down & the freaks come out
muhf-cka
i ain’t average please don’t ever tryin label me that
if the police pull us over put the eighth in the back
i got her face in my lap
while i’m gripping the grain
if i bust it she gon’ swallow it & save me the stain
you ain’t f-cking with me homie so just stay in your lane
i got that pack through tsa & rolled an l on the plane
i been to h-ll & back & i don’t got a person to blame
i can feel them creeping on me as i walk in the rain
i got weed in my jeans
take it all to the brain
you got envy, & greed
i get p-ssy in change
i pay for p-ssy with change
talking pennies, & nickels
keep a clip & a sickle for when i’m stuck in a pickle
i don’t really own no weapon but it’s fun to pretend
tell that b-tch if i love her then why she f-cking my friends

(hook)

i guess i can’t find my way out
your sh-t is played out them boys is payed out, whats up
i told them boys don’t play round with us
unless you got means to pay now, whats up
can’t help to see the world work for me
i just payed the fee & got the pink slip
i got things to do, & i got hands for you
& any mother f-cker tryin sneak diss

(verse 2)

look
two cups poured up
more drank more weed
im off two blunts, i might need visine
look
old navy my jeans
polo ralph my briefs
honey be on her knee’s, huh
mozzarella my cheese
huh, yuh
b-tch i’m drunk as f-ck on a monday
pop the trunk i bet you motherf-ckers duck till its sunday
hit the gas down a one way, & them signs say don’t enter
from the west like delonte
i tippy tow to my hyundai, & told my b-tch i’m on my way
you a lamb i’m a lion
got polo stripes on my t-shirt i’m on a roll like hawaiian
i see the future like mayan
why they looking at me sideways
posted with a pack of f-cking wolves up in your driveway
i can’t take advice from no one broker than me
so don’t try to tell me sh-t unless you close to some cheese
got some dope in my jeans
what you think i brought these sweets for
i got foul lines like a mother f-cking free throw

(hook)

- no uh

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