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letra de in my maserati - sicko mobb

[hook: lil ceno]
off a molly with patron
i be turnt up with mo’ lotty
sicko movement worldwide
foreign thotties join the party
robins hanging out my body
they think i joined illuminati
cause i’m ballin out like scottie
zoomin’ in my maserati

[verse 1: lil ceno]
i’m the man with the plan and i got lil trav with me
they hate when they see us in traffic
cause they know we take the scene
and i keep a s-xy b-tch and yeah boy she gonna spray for me
her name is nina by the way she tuck off in my robin jeans
b-tch i’m rollin’, i’m holdin’, got money so i blow it
got n-ggas hating sicko and ceno got these thotties going
got a red b-tch and her hair long
and nailing later and her legs long
f-ck her too good, her head gone
she’s going berserk, now my kids gone
i bet she don’t do no poking unless she bust that p-ssy open
turn up, turn up, turn up, throw it, i’ma dunk it like i’m kobe
at the fee fee and were stutin’, caught a crater and we coming
off a molly with patron, zoomin’ in my maserati

[hook]

[verse 2: lil trav]
i turn up from versace, and these thotties think i’m hottie
and this audi make a hobby, catch me doing the dance highway
lil trav that’s my name, otf is switching lanes
riding subjects give me brain, make that sh-t her hobby
i been oochie down, f-cking a on a couples 5’s
we jack ballin in a vance, got me turnt up with somebody
can’t trust no shatti shatti, can’t hang with n0body
drifting for that rari, got a whole lot of money no holdin
ballin out no children, buggati is golden
f-ck a thot no trojan, for that maserati
we in maserati, broke -ss n-ggas look sorry
and we in maserati yeah yeah

[hook]

[verse 3: lil durk]
i ain’t wifeing that b-tch
too many n-ggas f-ck with my clique
too many n-ggas acting so rich
all these boppin’ hoes on my d-ck
i might money dance with a hundred bands
that choppa make him do the running man
i don’t bop, i do the money dance
so the money dance and my b-tch bop
your b-tch pop, she can give me top
just give me guap, my semi c-cked
money gang, ain’t getting robbed
i beat the p-ssy like young chop
lil’ durk just stepped, in the party and he bussin’
his shirt off and he tatted up
and ain’t n0body gonna touch him, naaaww
i can’t go like that, louie belt wit louie hat
lil shoe brung em that, my pockets phat, i’m off a flat
trone got me on flex, rap sh-t im up next
keep yo voice, i want your neck
keep yo voice, i want your neck

[hook]

- sicko mobb

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