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letra de maybach seats - skrilla & rob49

[intro: skrilla]
i rock the four pound out the rooftop with the switch, i’m shootin’ trim
yeah it’s me (thank you, timmy boy)
yeah it’s skirlla, yeah it’s me

[verse 1: skrilla]
rock the four pound out the rooftop with the switch, i’m shootin’ trim
i can’t put d-ck in a fan b-tch, yeah, i’m cool, i’m really him
i’m a zombie walkin’, haven’t l!cked [?], i ain’t one of them
i mix codeine with the prometh’ with the codone, keep it simp’
keep it goin’
brought my pistol to the church, lord knows i’m g
i been pushin’ p, i feel like i’m a p-i-m-m-p
turned a airbnb into a trap house, keep on dnd
plug just hit me with a brick like crabby da-day for the free (for the free)

[verse 2: rob49]
maybach seats massage my ass, i’m in the back like rosa parks
mun-yun get ya’ done-yun and this’ll get you screwed, the f-ck you thought?
in thе projects with a glizzy, the feds did a sweep, i’m still gon’ comе
money, murder, violence, that’s all a n-gga know, i’m ’bout to slump
pill after pill is in my liver, i ain’t f-ckin’ with my lung
two opp’s in a month, ol’ dude and ol’ dude, we smokin’ runtz
yeah, my f-ckin’ dog, i’m judgin’ n-ggas by how they act and walk
n-gga took it far, so we went took it far, i’on wanna talk
[verse 3: skrilla]
diamonds vs1’s, b-tch i can grab my nuts and say i’m him
i done pulled up back to back suburban trucks, i pulled up trim
i’m in nyc, got b-p-p-i, bulletproofed the ‘rango
ty stephano, monte carlo goyard piece bag, dirty faygo

[verse 4: rob49]
[?] tried to drill ’em, he keep sayin’ he ain’t drill sum in a minute
for the f-ckin’ biggest, i spent the money in my trenches, n-gga f-ck a richard
and who richer?
i know a rapper who be out here rattin’, i’on feel ’em
out the trenches, i be with all the k!llers, i be with the drillers (yeah)
in miami with ten mil’ bookin’, how you clubbin’ and owe me money?
want me dead but ain’t do me nun’
i heard what dude said, it’s f-ck ’em

[verse 5: skrilla]
yeah, i walked down, caught the b, but what the f-ck, why would i tell?
once you rip dope out the plastic, tell it’s good just off the smell
got that dog sh-t in a n-gga, louie v’ down like pharrell
barbie b-tch, cardi to t, type sh-t, i drip drac’ down chanel
pull up maybachs, yeah i leave bounce in the paint, can’t even hold
i just spent my rapper bands on percocets, and lot of poles (astaghfirullah)

- skrilla rob49

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