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letra de chipotle - remy boyz

[intro: montana bucks]
uhh, montana, fetty cash
p-dice, remy boyz, 1738

[hook: montana bucks] [2x]
i met my connect up in chipotle
remy boyz, back to back in dolce
gabbana, that’s designer
remy boyz all about them commas

[verse 1: montana bucks]
i met my connect up in chipotle
smoking on this dope, i let it rotate
i swear these n-ggas so fake
got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
she madonna or rihanna
and i even let her hit the ganja
i remember when she used to drive the honda
got a spanish b-tch, her name yolanda
i let her suck my d-ck, i’m like mañana
i pull up in that motherf-cking tonka
your b-tch looking at me like she want a sponsor
she pulling down my pants like you a monster, let’s go

[hook]

[verse 2: fetty wap]
i met my connect up in chipotle
i re-up a hundred times every four days
f-ck the block, started trapping out the hallways
b-tch, i just want the top, f-ck a foreplay
i’m with three b-tches, you know i’m coming
i took these b-tches to the carpet and we all f-cking
and all these b-tches jumps, i just connect the wires
and i just rolled the 32nd, cannot find my lighter
and i’ll shoot your -ss quick boy, i ain’t tryna fight ya
and how you know she suck my d-ck and then go f-cking wife her?
he said i never met the plug, it almost had me crying
he said i never sold a drug, it almost had me dying, squad!

[hook]

[verse 3: p-dice]
i met my connect in chipotle and i peace from being down
bout the heffas and cocaine while we feasting, we in town
puffing up on the marijuan, run up and get paralyzed
selling hot and you’re hearing it, you don’t act like you hearing nah
balling we made it it, man your last sh-t i hated it
you ain’t lasting, that’s common fact
we the best, let’s remind them that
treat your b-tch to a [?] and she ask where the condom at
treat your b-tch to a [?] and she ask where the condom at
n-gga trust me i’m weeded as h-ll, so high that jesus could tell
i cash any, p-ss me the weight, i’m out ‘fore i finish my plate
trust me i’m weeded as h-ll, so high that jesus could tell
i cash any, p-ss me the weight, i’m out ‘fore i finish my plate

[hook]

- remy boyz

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