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letra de leopard fur - philip solo

[intro: philip solo]
yeah, yeah, ay, ay

[verse 1: philip solo]
i like to not fit in
i like to be obscene
my past is full of pain
there was no sweet sixteen
i like to be alone
i like to not like you
if she won’t k!ll for me
then that is not my boo
i like to stack my cash
i want the newest ride
i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ swag
call that a suicide
i like a minutes fame
i what you call a wh-r-
i went to hot topic
and f-ckin’ bought the store

[pre-chorus: philip solo]
you think you so right
i do you so wrong
machetes, guns, knives
so on and so on
i f-cking hate you
i f-cking miss you
i f-cking hate you, ay
f-cking miss, ay

[chorus: philip solo]
daddy never wanna call her back
now she wanna fight
she said she gon’ leave me with my thoughts
that’s my kinda life
i showed up a little late and drunk
in some leopard fur
yeah, i heard she call me immature
b-tch, i’m immature
daddy never wanna call her back
now she wanna fight
she said she gon’ leave me with my thoughts
that’s my kinda life
i showed up a little late and drunk
in some leopard fur
yeah, i heard she call me immature
b-tch, i’m immature

[verse 2: se7en]
i like to get f-cked up (get f-cked)
i like to cause a scene (a scene)
got thoughts of suicide
blood drippin’ on my jeans (yeah)
these girls they think i’m cute
sparkling like pikachu (pika-pika!)
and they act like “bling, blang, ouh!”
need me, but i don’t need you

[verse 3: mikl]
call me immature but you want this d-ck (d-ck)
hating on these jeans might get you split (split)
bc13, yeah we run this sh-t
2019, back in this b-tch
lady with the t-tties in a fur coat (fur coat)
[?] sippin’ on the low (on the low)
pedal to the metal on the furlough (skrrrt)
walk up in this b-tch like “where’s the dro?”

[verse 4: se7en]
i like to do this drugs (uh)
i like to hang with thugs (yeah)
my teams illegal as f-ck (what?)
i keep a gun in my glove
my pockets filled with cash (cash)
this b-tch, tried to steal my stash (stash)
burn up until this [?]
and my mind goes into red zone…

[pre-chorus: philip solo]
you think you so right
i do you so wrong
machetes, guns, knives
so on and so on
i f-cking hate you
i f-cking miss you
i f-cking hate you, ay
f-cking miss, ay

- philip solo

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