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letra de $lumped whip (acapella) - nyora spouse

$lumped whip (acapella) lyrics
[intro: nyora spouse & xxxtentacion]
uhh
i’m slumpin’ (stick)
slumpin’ (stick)
slumpin’
(stick, stick, f-ck!)

[verse 1: nyora spouse & xxxtentacion]
chasing dreams that are bigger than me
only things that used to matter was p-ssy and tree (p-ssy and tree)
and praying that the racist cops won’t erase me
ignorance is still bliss, no accountability
falling for the one girl, that i take the time to
text back (stick), or the facetime
i guess i backed the hoe, why you trying to back dimes
and n-gga i’m on my grind, you were emotional, you cried
it’s the money over b-tches, headshots to any snitches
got your n-ggas digging ditches, you don’t wanna try me
roll this fire tree, all i sell is fire tree
broward got more drama then degrassi the (?)
see, you wasn’t there from the start
you tryna hear cause i’m popping
i’m the sh-t, no f-ck
cause these b-tches molly popping
this, tensaki, a picture of my life
struggles, the strife
the dark and the light(stick)
tryna seek, and k!ll, like (abel) and cain
so watch your back (stick)
people saying you changed (stick)
do you, just do it yeah the nike saying (stick)
n-ggas trying to kick it (stick, stick, stick)
you’ll soon wanna fight me
saying “b-tches on my d-ck”
used to walk right past me
spit till my motherf-cking throat gets raspy (hoe)
[interlude: nyora spouse, xxxtentacion, & sully the chief god]
n-gga, n-gga, f-ck that sh-t b-tch
we getting slumped round here motherf-cker
motherf-cking b-tches on my d-ck (shhhhh, be quiet)
n-ggas don’t know about this sh-t, b-tch
n-ggas wanna be like me, b-tch
that n-gga stupid, uh, uh
slumptboys!

[verse 2: sully the chief god & xxxtentacion]
i’m just a young n-gga that’s seen all the world’s evil (stick)
afraid of my demons, ashamed of my people (my people)
you think we’re the same, but surely we’re unequal (ok)
life’s just a story, i’m waiting for my sequel (stick)
uh, i got my third eye open so i can see evil (v-g-n-)
looking at society, you all are just sheeple (stick)
you’re voiceless, there is no “we the people” (stick)
look at our mind b-tch, it is so feeble (okay)
i think i need to stop taking satan’s advice
just cut down on my wrists, just stop rolling the dice
i wish i could warm my heart cause that sh-t’s colder than ice
my lyrics leave silence, make you quieter than mice

[interlude: xxxtentacion & nyora spouse]
ahh, yeah
bricks, bricks
yeah, yeah, stick, stick
(still slumpin, still slumpin)
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
uhh, lightskin b-tch, and she look like keisha
had to queef on me so she look like keisha
your b-tch lil queesha, my b-tch sharkeisha
pack another hoe, and i hit her with denisha
nae-nae, your hoe look like shay-shay
your hoe wanna f-ck- (hahaha)
stick, stick, and i pull out the d-ck
i got lots of hoes on me, i got lots of f-ckin bricks
stick, stick, i got money on me, homie
i pack a pistol, n-gga, if you want it, i get on me, whooh
get it off me, your b-tch drink your coffee, coffee
drink that p-ssy, slurp it like it’s coffee, toffee
i be talking to my n-ggas in the back of the lac
all my n-ggas with the triggers, we be pistol popping
i pull it out, don’t give no options
got your homie running, gunning all your homies down n-gga, ah!

- nyora spouse

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