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letra de surprised - ong elli$on

[intro]
aye, aye

[chorus]
might f-ck around and sell my soul
two albums, two months they told me slow my roll
surprised by my output no ghostwriter makin’ songs it be a f-ckin stroll, uh
i don’t f-ck with these thotties, nah
i move in silence when i’m catchin’ bodies, yah
murder beats like i’m jack the ripper
my music turn a good girl into a f-ckin’ stripper, uh

[verse 1}
cuban links they can blind stevie wonder
produce my own sh-t, uh, bumpin’ like it’s thunder
f-cked up in the crib smokin’ cat p-ss
attractin’ all the p-ssy i’m a f-ckin can of catnip, uh
all these people wanna be me now i’m up top
ridin’ wit’ yo shawty, now i’m gettin’ road top
f-ck another dudes b-tch like it’s wife swap
always ballin’ hard, dunkin’ p-ssies on the blacktop
i’m on fire they said stop drop
roll, with the punches i’m a raindrop
drippin’ like your faucet but i ain’t broke
talkin all his sh-t he a chimney imma give him smoke, uh
[chorus]
might f-ck around and sell my soul
two albums, two months they told me slow my roll
surprised by my output no ghost writer makin’ songs it be a f-ckin stroll, uh
i don’t f-ck with these thotties, nah
i move in silence when i’m catchin’ bodies, yah
murder beats like i’m jack the ripper
my music turn a good girl into a f-ckin’ stripper, uh

[verse 2]
speakin’ in tongues like i’m joji
big bear like i’m smokey
stay gettin’ bread but there’s no hoagie, uh
cop a whole bag, like i’m yogi
you over par, sh-t that’s a bogey
my flow is smooth, uh listen closely
new girl she a trophy, uh
you not a rapper you a phony
okay i pull up
smokin on that pack
blowin blunt smoke while i’m sippin’ on that yak
just pulled two cards like i’m playin’ blackjack
boutta hit a l!ck like my name is jack black
ball so hard put my name on a plaque
always posted up, you could never see me lack
and i keep that jacket on me i can’t never catch no flak
your girl scream my name when i hit it from the back, uh
[chorus]
might f-ck around and sell my soul
two albums, two months they told me slow my roll
surprised by my output no ghost writer makin’ songs it be a f-ckin stroll, uh
i don’t f-ck with these thotties, nah
i move in silence when i’m catchin bodies, yah
murder beats like i’m jack the ripper
my music turn a good girl into a f-ckin’ stripper, uh

- ong ellion

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