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letra de pic with god - norfentanyl

[verse 1]
ridin’ with the stick
boy, i feel no pressure
send that boy to god
he take a pic with god, he special
fn five seven, all them bodies
yeah, they extras
that boy got shot in the set
i’m like alec baldwin
f-ck you n-ggas know ’bout runnin’ at me?
we never ride without choppas on us
b-tch, we at it
every single n-gga caught a body
b-tch, we at it
i know for a fact them n-ggas up, don’t need no casket

[verse 2]
walk in the spot, my pockets obese, them b-tches can’t sit down
neck full of water, bartender stay askin’ me “what’s the tab now?”
whole gang eatin’, even shooters got they wrists out
b-tch, i’m up a hundred, you still beggin’ for a discount
valet my car, two foreigns deep, that’s a showdown
f&n pokin’ out my jeans, i can’t slow down
shorty on my d-ck, she say my life feel like a movie clip
told her “baby, don’t get used to this, i swap hoes like some whips”
bust down on my wrist, cost a key, i coulda bought me bricks
pullin’ up with sticks, valet nervous, he ain’t touchin’ my sh-t
pour a deuce inside the fanta, that’s a kickstand, how it lean when i sip
laser on the chopper, red confetti when it’s tagging that f-ckin’ b-tch
[verse 3]
a whole ki’ on my fit, that’s what it cost the fit
don’t play no games but i keep a vector right beside me
raise my finger up, yeah, i look like osama
two of them n-ggas died
close my eyes, i don’t even need to aim with the switch
seen a n-gga with his head blown, yeah, he look like a blowout
took my b-tch to a shopping spree, yeah, she f-ckin’ the store up
two pints of that lean, booted up the perc, i feel glorious
blowin’ zs, yeah, and we puttin’ zs on ’em

- norfentanyl

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