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letra de fentanyl - punchmade dev

[intro]
(what the f-ck, lema)

[verse]

play after play got me dancin’ at the self-scan
caught the bank by surprise, i always had the upper hand
talkin’ swipe scriptures in my music, you wouldn’t understand
if this decline, i got a backup card in my other hand

ain’t got a dollar in your pocket, but your wrist icy
my glock and credit cards hangin’ out, i know your b-tch like me
you don’t make the same profit i do, you can’t sh-t like me
f-cking that hoppin’ ass n-gga, when i shoot, i’m real mickey
he say he don’t wanna be me, but rappin’ on my type beats
my life revolve around a laptop, so i type me
i got pape and you don’t, i knew you wasn’t gon’ like mе
big draco hangin’ out my backpack, don’t fight me

five hundred dollar louis shirt, this ain’t no whitе tee
boujee b-tch think she gon’ get a birkin, you not my wifey
she here to suck d-ck, swipe cards, and drive, please
hit a bonus play, pnc, i did the high knees
puffin’ white runtz in the air, i’m lookin’ chinese
a groupie pulled up with her titties, said, “can you sign these?” (of course)
b-tch, can you drop this check? after we hit twenty plays together, tat me on your neck
my trigger finger itchin’, got me double tappin’ with a tec
here go some soulja lean, i lied and said it was some tuss’
grenade launcher on my shotgun, this is high-tech
drop fifteen thousand in the club, i made a d-mn mess (d-mn)
you sat there, watched those hoes pick it up
he so down bad, went to the store and tried to stick it up
this b-tch wanna live my lifestyle, she said, “i’m rich and stuff”
when a junkie wanna shop with me, i hand him a long list of drugs
percs, adderall, xans, what the f-ck do you want? opioids?
i got it all, b-tch, it’s all fentanyl, though

- punchmade dev

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