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letra de tracy mcgrady - sleezher

[intro: osomal]
aye, will
fetch me their souls
sleezher
aye, aye
aye, i’m back on
aye, who i’m in—

[verse 1: osomal]
aye, aye, who i’m in this motherf-cker with?
aye, i gotta roll my—
aye, aye
i gotta roll my spliff
aye, i do a lil trollin’ a bit, uh huh
i know that i’m goin’ legit, i’m a—
big dog, but i got mad dog in the cup
i leveled up from this sh-t, you n-ggas just—
gettin’ on, punch in, make it look easy
sh-t on ’em
ridin’ with young thugs, i feel like rich homie
you know we poled up, ridin’ with bl!ck on me
my gun modded, it got a lil d-ck on it
back in the day, we would say it’s a “stick” on it
tweakin’, they tell me, “oso, get a grip on it”
i just want true religion, don’t want rick owens
i got a wide body car and i still floored it
yeah, i be weavin’ in and out of traffic
know folks got an automatic
i be tryna tell him to chill, he too ready to k!ll
wanna let ’em all have it
[verse 2: zakaré]
(karé)
jump out on feet like i’m doing some hurdles
got my d-ck wet, so i’m calling her squirtle
sent her a 50, i know that she fertile
you just be yapping like you a commercial
you put your homies in bio, i put ’em in cryo, just like i’m walt disney
n-gga, you broke, go sell your kidney
tryna get these billions, like o. winfrey (huh?)
draco eat a n-gga ass, sukihana
she ain’t even all that, call her wembyana
slurpin’ on d-ck, she a real thotiana
yeah, i love my b-tch, her name “glockiana” (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, what?)
your homie is past tense, i got him k!lled with my last ten
i’m in that h-llcat like it’s fast 10
my shooter pull up and he blastin’
ain’t stoppin’ no motion, n-gga, better fasten
i got a bad b-tch, zoë kravitz
my foot on the gas, all i know is crashin’
he died in amiri, n-gga, that’s an ass fit
steppin’ on n-ggas, they callin’ me derrick
metal on his head, like he jay garrick
my shooters seein’ the opps and they airin’
your b-tch see karé in public, she starin’ (god, d-mn)
i don’t even load my glock no more
i don’t even blow my chop no more
i’m way too rich, i don’t gotta go score
sike, i’m ridin’ through the city with these .556s, .223s
i hit him in his back with these bullets, they hot, they got no breeze (grah-rrah)
that p-ssy got away on a tuesday, he gonna hate this wednesday
man, f-ck chasin’ this n-gga, man, i’m finna find out where his b-tch stay
[verse 3: jugg krueger]
(jugg)
took a two month break, now i’m back on my sh-t
“mr. f-ck a hiatus,” i came back rich
give a f-ck where he at, broke him off with his b-tch
talkin’ tough on live, just to pull up and snitch
when he left, was a b-tch, and he came back b-tcher
my new plug from j-pan, so i’m calling him richard
got a snow bunny b-tch, told her i’m not a kisser
wasn’t giving up b-tt, so my man had to spiff her
heard yo man was a switch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout glocks
boy, your stepper a f-ggot, been sucking on c-ck
b-tch, i been pushin’ metal, was never a jock
all this rappin’ is easy, i got it on lock
guess who back, n-gga?
jugg shady
bro your sister a wh0re, i can’t call her my lady
spent a band on a choppa, i’m not tryna fade ‘eem
all i needed was 30, like tracy mcgrady

- sleezher

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