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letra de the secret formula - ots (only the silvas)

[intro]
man paolo k!lled this sh-t

[verse 1: 1deezy]
beating on this b-tch cheeks i’m thinking that it’s sandy
w-lly wonka in this cup b-tch i’m sippin on some candy
b-tch i’m slidin on the opps got em feeling like i’m randy
toe tag on a n-gga got it written like it’s andy
got a pb&j glock b-tch this that two tone
spongebob drip but the socks got my crocs froze
jellyfishing for the opps b-tch i got a summer cold
long black k leave him stretched like manute bol

[verse 2: ots paolo]
feel like ms. puff cuz you know that ima blow up
king neptune in this hoe you know the necklace froze up
shot him in his face man ray you know we close up
spongebob and patrick, me and deezy both up
talking all that sh-t and we gon pop him like the dirty bubble
getting bread, mr. krabs, had to go and beat thе struggle
i ain’t talking larry had to go and give him bl–dy knuckles
flying dutchman, always carry green likе i’m bill russell

[verse 3: 1deezy]
hash slinging slash, look
hash slinging slasher by my side ain’t no captain hook
flying dutchman in the whip we got his soul took
bully nose k fold his body like a chromebook
old man jenkins b-tch i’m sliding with a stick
got a spatula with a laser b-tch it prolly got a switch
got the beeper around my hip you can tell by the kicks
sky lark’d a n-gga down but we slid with the chip
[verse 4: ots paolo]
smitty werbenjagermanjensen how the opps look
why the f-ck he blowing bubbles gave that boy an odd look
gonna get a spatula we’ll get your whole blocked cooked
why you sound like squidward’s clarinet yo sh-ts not good
yo b-tch tryna go and get my pickle like she bubble bass
on my mr. krabs sh-t had to count a lotta cash
tryna f-ck with ms. puff i didn’t even go to class
brodie smoking on that kelp he thought that it was real gas

[verse 5: 1deezy]
swimming in the ocean, b-tch i’m feeling like an astronaut
come any close, turn you a ghost let your body rot
poppin off a perc b-tch i’m feeling like i’m doodle bob
squeaky boots on to fit the gucci n-gga take it off

[verse 6: ots paolo]
motor boating all up on yo b-tch david hasselhoff
getting hot, sandy cheeks, gotta take my jacket off
brodie off a perc out here acting like he doodle bob
gotta hit up mr. krabs brodie needs a better job

{verse 7: 1deezy & ots paolo]
posted in the field spiked cleats like i’m dennis
b-tch i’m racked up with the cheese ain’t no tennis
tag toe strangler b-tch i’m feeling like a menace
put the metal to yo t–th like a visit from the dentist
give him 22 shots to his back like he harris
yeah the team eating good sh-t we might be diabetic
b-tch i’m cooking in the lab man i’m feeling like a chemist
i’m the realest in the room but i ain’t schizophrenic

- ots only the silvas

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