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letra de antisocial - oz sparx

[intro]
she keep blowin up my phone
i tell her knock it off
i don’t like when oxycontin mixed with tylenol
anti-social i can’t f-ck wit n-gga
not at all

[chorus]
wait a minute
all the racks up in my pocket ima spend it
catch a body and i’m sliding off in the audi and it’s tinted
i’m on oxy and i’m icy b-tch no hockey b-tch i’m winning
maserati, yea i’m dripping teriyaki just like chicken (let’s go)

[verse 1]
i want the rollie and i want the patek
no, they don’t know me i stay wit a ratchet
i keep a stick like i’m playing with magic
slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
i used to hide all the weight in the attic
you talk about it, you ain’t ever had it
you see me every day, i ain’t lackin’
i might pop out wit that k right in traffic
dare a p-ssy n-gga try to take what i got
big .45 no glock
slide right now you don’t be on that block
young rich n-gga got the streets on lock
and most of them young n-ggas eating up top
i got the coke, i beat up the pot
i got the scope, i beat up the block

[verse 2]
i got the b-tter and i got the grease
still in miami, i feel like the heat
i took a xanny and i went to sleep
i need my family outta the streets
came from the mud like put on some cleats
i need a grammy before i’m deceased
f-cking your daughter, i’m f-cking your neice

[verse 3]
i want the rollie and i want the patek
no, they don’t know me i stay wit a ratchet
i keep a stick like i’m playing with magic
slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
i used to hide all the weight in the attic
you talk about it, you ain’t ever had it
you see me every day, i ain’t lackin’
i might pop out wit that k right in traffic
pull up on a n-gga, let me get that
big .45 got kickback
f-ck around, push a n-gga sh-t back
splitting em away like a kitkat
young rick n-gga got big racks
throw a hunnid shots where you live at
i don’t wanna talk, ima k!ll that
ima make sure a n-gga feel that

[verse 4]
you know we keep automatics
i know they see how i’m draggin’
i put the beam on the ratchet
i’m on the beach i’m relaxing
i just might leave wit a patek
i drink that lean ima addict
drink the codeine it’s a habit
she wanna be with a savage

[outro]
wait a minute
all the racks up in my pocket ima spend it
catch a body and i’m sliding off in the audi and it’s tinted
i’m on oxy and i’m icy b-tch no hockey b-tch i’m winning
maserati, yea i’m dripping teriyaki just like chicken (let’s go)
want the rollie and i want the patek
no, they don’t know me i stay wit a ratchet
i keep a stick like i’m playing with magic
slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
i used to hide all the weight in the attic
you talk about it, you ain’t ever had it
you see me every day, i ain’t lackin’
i might pop out wit that k right in traffic

- oz sparx

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