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letra de deli - remix - skyte

yeah yeah
i’m too lit i deserve me a grammy
she a baddie she showin’ her pantie
ate me up say i’m sweet like candy
but she shake it like jelly
i got a ten chillin’ in the telly
don’t ask me sh-t n-gga i been ready
want my meat took her to the deli

look
with the gang we getting detty
(like what)
pay the rockwell like recette
(uh huh)
she wanna f-ck i said betty i just hit rebecca and now i want bеcky
my opp was like “i had to k!ll him he let mе”
i pop a perk i gotta run the lil belly off
b-tch i’d f-ck but i cannot cuz it’s smelly
it’s free my bro don’t give a f-ck if you melly

they fake as f-ck they all fictional
why them boys cloned tyrone they unoriginal
n-ggas don’t be ‘bout fists they all digital
i ain’t mad lil’ brody it’s just the principle
you ain’t ‘finna shoot so keep it low at a minimal
i want all of the bread i even want the residuals
crazy how i’m doin’ it not even in my pinnacle
cynical
got that shh- on me it’s subliminal
boy you start this sh-t i continue
got a big ass stick in the venue
n-ggas don’t even know what i’ve been through
put a red dot on ‘em now he hindu
just did a 2 piece max out out the clip
and yo’ b-tch wanna do me hands on her hips
hop out the 2 seat stick in the whip
and i can’t cuff a groupie that hoe ain’t it
and i stay with the blue cheese shout-out to chris
and yo’ hoe tryna flute me know what i meant
a n-gga that can shoot me doesn’t exist
i hit him with a 2 piece he just a myth
and they just tried to roofied me now i’m big
this hoe really goofy not paying rent
she tryna scoop me i said i can’t
i feel like luffy b-tch i’m the man
yeah

f-ck around and go get f-cked
got pills on me like bill nye
imma hot head not a chill guy
yeah
n-gga ran but he still gon’ die
and cum gon’ multiply
we can see through the fadest skies
yuh yuh

- skyte

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