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letra de skate - phantogamo

[chorus]
dub his b-tch, now he got a s
i’m just waiting to hit wit the k
he know where i’m at, i’m in the s.a
off the drank and i’m still t’d
still got drive b-tch i’m on e
get c, a, k, e, for the guala b-tch i’m a fiend
hit the gym, your pockets look weak
in the rim i’m hitting a three
chop came with a beam
asking how much i bench n-gga what’s your accuracy
bussin’ the ‘k and it’s bussin’ cream
chop wet em’ up like a slip and slide
she want to f-ck me i want to die
smokin’ on demons i’m on demon time t’d to the bone
no emotions thinkin i’m dead inside
i jus know the money my soul i can’t find

[verse 1]
i jus showed up like where is the gas
i jus showed up like where is the money
he a joke got no motion it’s funny
ain’t no hoes then b-tch i’m finna spaz
bruddy wilding he off of the smack
it’s a rocket inside of my pants
i jus told that man “where is yo cash?”
finna burn down his body to ash
it’s just me and my dawgs we trying to get rich
it’s been f-ck the laws since i was a jit
they locking my moms inside of the b-tch
i pray all of my squad get what they tryna get
get every trick that they tryna flip
every opp they got rolled in a backwood
all of these bullets got names
pull up i’m batman masked wit a .black hood
i’m goin ape sh-t winston
pass me the rock watch me ball like a piston
walk wit a rock and its not for the sh-t show
any n-gga try me it’d be a sh-t show
let a bum n-gga try me i put him in skid row
think its call of duty this a chop not a pistol
in the bag h-lla gas this a missile
speak with the dead, he speak to a pillow
speak with his main, that’s not on the down-low
he could find out b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a-
[chorus]
dub his b-tch, now he got a s
i’m just waiting to hit wit the k
he know where i’m at, i’m in the sa
off the drank and i’m still t’d
still got drive b-tch i’m on e
get c, a, k, e, for the guala b-tch i’m a fiend
hit the gym, your pockets look weak
in the rim i’m hitting a three
chop came with a beam
asking how much i bench n-gga what’s your accuracy
bussin’ the ‘k and it’s bussin’ cream
chop wet em’ up like a slip and slide
she want to f-ck me i want to die
smokin’ on demons i’m on demon time t’d to the bone
no emotions thinkin i’m dead inside
i jus know the money my soul i can’t find

- phantogamo

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