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letra de pintasaurous - seventhirtyatmorning

[intro]
toker

[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
yeah, yeah, move, this b-tch can’t notice me
this n-gga get popped, put a hole in him
trap sing along like jodeci
too many shots, we couldn’t even count
tell the boy: “dance” on some cool sh-t
i got a full clip, thirty charge him, he might front flip
tell a n-gga: “please, don’t reach”, ’cause boy if you do, i just gotta make an assumption

[verse 1: seventhirtyatmorning]
huh, yeah, she hit me up, she munching
won’t fold on his ass, it’s nothing
you p-ssies be talking ’bout nonsense, in my dark with no heavy conscience
and some fine sh-t f-ck on some fine sh-t
too much money, right thеre i’ma find it
and the rest, it’s all about timing
no bap, i’m wit’ you
i just been working, man
givе a f-ck ’bout swag, man
let me hop on that bag, baby
xan’ move, go back, shady
off the x she mad crazy
i got my za’ through the port, i’m finna get mad faded
yeah, i done f-cked this broad of new york, she suck d-ck mad lazy
seeing me shine, the cops knew it’s was me, i ain’t even have to say much
this ho wanna f-ck, she like “d-mn, what you waiting on?”
itachi mangekyō, you can see my name on
kick sh-t, oc n-gga like neymar
to keep it discreet, i really shouldn’t say more
blow up on you p-ssies like claymore (bow)
all the time going brazy, it’s a world tour (yeah)
you can have these sl-ts, they not my wh0re’s
brown skin, fat ass, she like 5’4″
and you on that sh-t i don’t got time for
in my clothes i pop like some dinosaurs
they sipping gin, i’m a pintasaurous
[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
yeah, move, this b-tch can’t notice me
this n-gga get popped, put a hole in him
trap sing along like jodeci
too many shots, we couldn’t even count
tell the boy: “dance” on some cool sh-t
i got a full clip, thirty charge him, he might front flip
tell that n-gga: “please, don’t reach”, ’cause boy if you do, i just gotta make an assumption

[verse 2: protect & seventhirtyatmorning]
my b-tch so dirty, nasty
whipping the car, it’s a aston
i’m f-cking the ho, she some bad sh-t
watch out for my twin, he so bat sh-t crazy. he might take you off the magnet
driving the benz, ain’t got a mercedes, whipping it, cutting through traffic
look at the sh-t we imagined, can’t believe that it happened
i was just 14 rapping, now i got bands i ain’t had
my drip so anormal, no tags on it
bad ho, might flight her out to cali
twin pass the rock like hale
whipping this big four-matic
my unc’ had the trap in the attic, i keep the racks that’s stuck in my attic
i’m sipping this wock, i’m a addict
yeah, i roll up the za’, i’m a addict
hall of fame, n-gga know i’m first ’bout it
double cup and it’s filled with codeine
n-gga know i’m sipping on lean
pintasaurous, the wock so old
pull out the freezer to make sure that it freeze
just went out to cali and made the o with 12, forgot he was throwing up b’s
to the room, me and my g’s
and made a bad b-tch get on her knees
huh, they better scram
huh, ballhog my chain, huh
seventhirty, what the f-ck we just did twin
(wow-wow-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
(yeah)

- seventhirtyatmorning

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