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letra de hot coffee mod - santandreas

eazy, i don’t fink your listening
you better roll safe before your casio stops glistening

hop in the arena born like jason, golden fleece and chains, i’m burly
can’t see me, john cena, leave you in the icu ’til thirty
eazy on the run, fun, none of your man with a gun could’ve hurt me
black a1s, black bandana and bowler hat, no derby
i have won, you and man washed up on shore like jersey

he got whacked, shouts and yells, leaving man topsy turvy
she got back michael phelps stroke too good i’m thirsty
s-x so good, aches and pains in joints like she had scurvy
i confess, i can’t help, oh my your marge is curvy

groening i am the one, runs in the genes like billie
“no prints gloves on when i hold it” bro u must be silly
man like you get tea-bagged daily l!ck on my sack and w-lly
i spit fax, get out the gat everyone gone’s, no dilly
dali’s back no face no case all mask no you can’t k!ll me
we hit back, snakes in the grass, no cap just suit like ghillie
when you hear the track truss you’re gonna ghost like chili

getting snacks like scooby easy peasy when i trap around clapham
wrapping up swishers, doobies cheesy yeah you know what’s happening

my girls wanna sh-ggy, baggy turtleneck like velma d-nkley
your thots wanna have me, bag me but they p-ssy oh so wrinkly
your guys wanna stab me, rag me, but can’t find me oh so simply
my opps wanna nab me, grab me, why your air forces so crinkly?

stocked up w js i’m talkin about weed preroll like five or ten
rocked up with gs, not talking about trees, i’m on about riflemen
send you to sleep, take out your girl at about five past ten
im not gonna lie she kinda fly so i hit it like twice and then
bend her like curly whirley certy lubed, of mice and men
bum all peachy, creamy she wanna screamy and whine for neck
cough all wheezy, queasy scratches as you fight for breath
she screaming where is eazy? peasy geezers all fine, he’s dead
dazed and breezy chasing dreamies sipping on steins no beck
greedy geezer, chicken ceaser when i pipe your ex

i got the sticks, afghanis and tangies, sage im putting j in a spliff
eazy put the spiffy in j, jus like he put the stiffy in j
kermy afk on the groupchta, he probably still in j til six
j routes to broads on subway, no foot long, he’s 5 foot 6
can’t hear j, doesn’t wanna wake mumma j, daddy j, brother or sis
his bars are wack, truss he’s harder, thats why they call j stiff
be together never you mana sound like taylor swift

k!ll confirmed gg ez yeah you know this no fun death-match
gun game, m8 i won, you got stabbed ballistic knife, you’re setback
he’s got a sawed off loaded everybody step back
don’t mess gotta shotty in the celly, don’t test that, yo steph go check that

step to me on the mike youre wrong, like tessio
fresh crepes and ps, byzantine bongs im ezio

- santandreas

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