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letra de dealer (remix) - rmr

[intro]
(i-i-ism)

[chorus: rmr]
sh-t tryna take me, n-gga (n-gga)
blame it on the pills, my n-gga (n-gga)
b-tches b-tchin’ at me, ”go slow” (slow)
but you ain’t gon’ see tomorrow (‘row)
percocet pills, my n-gga (n-gga)
can’t stop f-ckin’ ’round with ’em
pop a xan, gon’ sip a tech with it
codeine got me in my feelings

[post-chorus: rmr]
go ‘head, sip it, bet i’ll keep on sippin’
drinkin’ bottles after bottles, feelin’ all exquisite
f-ckin’ models after models, all these hoes junkies
can’t see me, tinted inside my bentley
fiends in the club and they swear that they litty
lines in the bathroom, big drug dealin’
codeine got me in my feelings
codeine got me in my feelings

[verse 1: rmr]
i’m high now
gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
drop the pack, feed the hood, livin’ lawless
tax free, i’m that n-gga livin’ lawless
hit diego, nascar, get my ki’s up
that’s the plug, my amigo, dr. re-up
switchin’ twenties for the fifties, hundred k more
switchin’ fifties for the hundreds, that’s the k.o.

[pre-chorus : rmr & future]
can’t seem to find my face (find my face)
they don’t seem to know their place (know their place, yeah wassup)
may he take my enemy (my enemy, freebandz gang)
let it sing amazing grace (we at it)
(super)

[verse 2: future]
came up out my city, blowed up
p-ssy boy want smoke, roll up
f-ckin’ on your b-tch, throwed up
drinkin’ on the dirty soda
promise i’ma never go sober (yeah)
n-ggas ain’t nothin’ but some vultures (haha)
percocets, molly, d-mn baby
crushin’ x on your punani
i done made love to an ethiopian (i did)
i done put lean in her fruitopia (listen)
i done poured up, wanna pop me too (woah)
f-cked around, had to pour up one more (drank)
check my threads, i done went hermès (check me out)
i done went new baguettes, i done went vvs (yeah, yeah)
dirt in my cup and i’m cleanin’ up fresh (yeah, yeah)
f-ck her the best and she love me to death (pluto)
but i love myself

[chorus: rmr, future, & lil baby]
sh-t tryna take me, n-gga (n-gga, yeah)
blame it on the pills, my n-gga (n-gga, pluto)
b-tches b-tchin’ at me, “go slow” (slow)
but you ain’t gon’ see tomorrow (‘row)
percocet pills, my n-gga (n-gga)
can’t stop f-ckin’ ’round with ’em
pop a xan, gon’ sip a tech with it
codeine got me in my feelings (baby)

[verse 3: lil baby]
what’s your choice of drug?
i be sippin’ syrup, i think i’m in love, woah
from apartments to the top charts
now it’s sold-out shows
she say she play with her nose
i told her that’s not in my goals
i know when to go
i know when to fold, that’s never
they throwin’ dirt with no shovel
it ain’t no shame in my game
it ain’t no flaw on my name
only lay up in the rain
i made a promise, i bought her a range
you can do that but don’t go ‘gainst the grain
rolls-royce umbrella (woah)
tall white thing lookin’ like cinderella
i be f-ckin’ with the mob, i know goodfellas
ain’t f-ckin’ with the percs, but my man get ’em
and he got jiggas

[chorus: rmr]
sh-t tryna take me, n-gga (n-gga)
blame it on the pills, my n-gga (n-gga)
b-tches b-tchin’ at me, “go slow” (slow)
but you ain’t gon’ see tomorrow (‘row)
percocet pills, my n-gga (n-gga)
can’t stop f-ckin’ ’round with ’em
pop a xan, gon’ sip a tech with it
codeine got me in my feelings

- rmr

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