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letra de sublime 2 - pmsa

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[intro]
w-lly wonka in the house

[chorus: lil eyes]
pull up to the whip you know i be iced out
pull up on my crew and ill knock your f-cking lights out
you know this sh-t is real i don’t do this sh-t for clout
definition asian you know what i’m about
f-cking right now and i’m high as a kite
put you in a coffin and tell you good night
when i see the ops they dead on sight
getting real big call my ass all might
then i’m coming back again with the repetitive
smoking this weed for the h-ll of it
put you to sleep like melatonin
i saw her ass and her tits were showing
i brought her back and she was blowing
cuts their heads off like i was mowing
like valorant his ass was throwing
but i stay low but i’m high as a kite
pass the beat over to my n-gga mike
[verse 1: bdg arts]
walk him down and i put him to the test
put him in the dirt yeah i laid his ass to rest
ran up with a glock and a vest
b-tch i hit the gym and i like to flex
count up big bags they come in the form of a check
diamonds on my neck
got diamonds on my t–th
b-tch i’m raising all this money like i’m a foundation
if they spin back these bullets get to grazing
bands in my pocket gotta get to money chasing
don’t play with my chopper this sh-t is not a toy
i was f-ckin on you b-tch left her with no voice
glock in my hand you leave me no choice
grab me a shovel i’m digging yo grave
i was f-ckin on yo b-tch cause you tried to be brave
buying my weed off of dave

[verse2: bdg arts & lil eyes]
who prayed for my downfall sh-t got worse?
got so much money a blessing or curse
glock 17 put him in a he-rs-, it spit fire like a verse
made him see god so he started goin to church
like logan paul we selling this merch
posted on this block like its a perch
me and my crew yeah we coming first
i guess too bad that i wasn’t first
but i’m bigger now see my abs through my shirt
she choke on my c-ck if she a f-cking opp, look with my green yeah i count up my guap
like jfk his homie was shot
i won’t pretend to be what i’m not
got a long way up to the top
no corona but we coughing a lot
smoking this green yeah we turn up a notch
gems on my face but i’m not the rock
mask on my face when i spin down his block
couldn’t see us coming he died with my glock

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