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letra de stupified - safe sin

[chorus: safe sin]
black hair, black nails
studded belt’ll leave ’em stupified
big gas [?]
i’m feelin’ super fly
rollin’ up, in the back
smokin’ with levi
i was sad, got the bag
so now i don’t cry
off the sh-ts
been different since i ‘s a jit
in public with a weirdo b-tch
but she ain’t a b-tch
’cause she be the plug
check her out
i find out you ain’t rich
go fire
singin’ like it’s
like it’s roddy ricch
off the percie i’ll be feelin’ like i’m bobby b-tch

[verse 1: safe sin]
[?] my baby
b-tch don’t get to heady
yeah, i’m trippie like i’m reddie
rows of money like i’m teddy
shoot me once, shoot me twice, ha
yeah, i think she like me
e-boy k!ller, run yo’ ip
car, yo, it’s icey
devil treat me funny
i got prescriptions in my stummy
[?] i’m too stunny
pack so fie, it’s gummies
safe can’t tell no lie, you dummy
stupid, don’t wanna let you get the chance
you be hatin’ but we know you fans
[venti?] maxi pads
for these p-ss-es, they too trash
and i know, i’m so glow
keep it dirty like a mobile home
and i’m weird, and diverse
like my favorite ice cream, rocky road
she love me and my strokes
i be around some different types of folks
try and test my ego you’ll be blown
sellin’ features to my clones
i been different, uh
since a jit
since a jit

[verse 2: icy black]
big bands, big jab with my b-tch cause she too bad
real sh-t i just copped another new fit
no swag, f-ck this b-tch then i had to dip
she f-ckin’ mad, i could really give a f-ck
i f-ck it up, i’ma get the f-ckin’ bands again
and f-ck it up, y’all never want to f-ckin’ try
or f-ck it up, i’ma get these f-ckin’ straps again
and shoot ’em up
big bands, big jab with my b-tch cause she too bad
real sh-t i just copped another new fit
no swag, f-ck this b-tch then i had to dip
she f-ckin’ mad, i could really give a f-ck
i f-ck it up, i’ma get the f-ckin’ bands again
and f-ck it up, y’all never want to f-ckin’ try
or f-ck it up, i’ma get these f-ckin’ straps again
and shoot ’em up

[chorus: safe sin]
black hair, black nails
studded belt’ll leave ’em stupefied
big gas [?]
i’m feelin’ super fly
rollin’ up, in the back
smokin’ with levi
i was sad, got the bag
so now i don’t cry
off the sh-ts
been different since i ‘s a jit
in public with a weirdo b-tch
but she ain’t a b-tch
’cause she be the plug
check her out
i find out you ain’t rich
go fire
singin’ like it’s
like it’s roddy ricch

- safe sin

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