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letra de stout - ot drench

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[intro]
(jayco, on bro)
(fonem grave)
(harloww)

[chorus: bunna]
there’s too many bl!ckys when we in the function
i get the drop and i slide with the cros
i could go alone, you best believe i’m comin’
you know me, anytime i punch in the t
traphouse numbers is jumpin’
i know a opp boy gone to neens
fell over and sleaze, i heard he tried runnin’

[post-chorus: bunna]
f-ck n-gga fall he get bl!cked all the way down
b-tch n-ggas dyin’ with frowns
me, if i ever caught one, i’m goin’ out smilin’ even when i hit the ground
i don’t even care about weed i smoke dead to the face
you could still get sleazed for the pounds
i know when i drop, f-ckin’ the city up
they love the way i could switch up the sounds
i know if i pop, f-ckin’ a titty, [?] come fly in and out through his house
n-ggas get knocked, turn mickey mouse
heads get clocked off thinkin’ i’m stout
i came with glocky to the scene, let it be pristine, i [?] the sound
n-ggas try run up on me all you hear is the brrt and he fell to the ground
[chorus: bunna]
there’s too many bl!ckys when we in the function
i get the drop and i slide with the cros
i could go alone, you best believe i’m comin’
you know me, anytime i punch in the t
traphouse numbers is jumpin’
i know a opp boy gone to neens
fell over and sleaze, i heard he tried runnin’

[verse 1: ot drench]
i heard he tried runnin’, got hit in the head
adrenalin rushin’, i’m sendin’ out lead
i pour up a four, i’m in love with the meds
and i came with a 9, cro came with a 10
when i’m pushin’ out whit girl i feel like ken
and i’m way ot, fiends callin’ me ben
and i’ll f-ck up your side, get the car and i bend
(baow)
(harloww)

[verse 2: ot drench]
i pour up the red and i bring it to go
and i’ve been on the road or i’m makin’ a clone
yeah, i’m bustin’ this pack down, we get it sold
when i started to trap i was sittin’ on zones
and it’s free all the men ’til they hit up the road
got a g43 and it’s tucked in the coat
yeah, he parr with the opps so we fill him with holes
yeah, i ran up a hunnid on my phone
get the racks, yeah i give and i go
this b-tch say she love me, i know she a ho
yeah, i’m shootin’ or drivin’, ready to go
[bridge]
yeah, i’m shootin’ or drivin’
free all the guys, free bunskin
you know how the f-ck we comin’ man
e-town sh-t

[chorus: bunna]
there’s too many bl!ckys when we in the function
i get the drop and i slide with the cros
i could go alone, you best believe i’m comin’
you know me, anytime i punch in the t
traphouse numbers is jumpin’
i know a opp boy gone to neens
fell over and sleaze, i heard he tried runnin’

[post-chorus: bunna]
f-ck n-gga fall he get bl!cked all the way down
b-tch n-ggas dyin’ with frowns
me, if i ever caught one, i’m goin’ out smilin’ even when i hit the ground
i don’t even care about weed i smoke dead to the face
you could still get sleazed for the pounds
i know when i drop, f-ckin’ the city up
they love the way i could switch up the sounds
i know if i pop, f-ckin’ a titty, [?] come fly in and out through his house
n-ggas get knocked, turn mickey mouse
heads get clocked off thinkin’ i’m stout
i came with glocky to the scene, let it be pristine, i [?] the sound
n-ggas try run up on me all you hear is the brrt and he fell to the ground
[chorus: bunna]
there’s too many bl!ckys when we in the function
i get the drop and i slide with the cros
i could go alone, you best believe i’m comin’
you know me, anytime i punch in the t
traphouse numbers is jumpin’
i know a opp boy gone to neens
fell over and sleaze, i heard he tried runnin’

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