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letra de #fukurset - slip2crzyy

[chorus]
woah
i bust it right on a left train, ain’t got time to break the door in
told a b-tch “can’t be faithful”, that only led me to more brain
i spit the gas like a propane, got a main b-tch at my show, mane
just got off the phone with sk, he said “send the dough my way”

[verse 1]
i pack the roll up and throw up
off of the bentley, do donuts
don’t try to tempt me, i go up
i hit ya ass with a throat punch
lil b-tch wan’ see my crib, walk in the closet, i bet you get lost there
you can just tell by the ceiling square, this sh-t gon’ shine like a chandelier
i put her man in a crosshair, we cut his ass like a barber, he lost here
don’t wanna start, dear, i can just name all the reasons you got here
what’s the percentage, all of these checks i been getting in?
i’m independent, so everything here is the reason i’m in it
give me a minute, i smoke to my face and i hit all my b-tches up
up in my double cup, prolly way more than you spend in a couple months
biggy the biggy bucks, his sweet ass sit down like a honeybun
ain’t on that funny stuff, make his b-tch wanna roll on my honeynuts
i’m going pop star, woah
i’m going rockstar, hoe
i take a b-tch to the country
ain’t ever see this before?
i rap my ass off too much, starting to think we in sync with a flow
i might just give ‘em a sequel, promise there’s levels to this for a g.o.a.t
[verse 2]
holla, holla at ya boy, got a pound up for the weed
gotta grind, i gotta get it up
getting high as can be
i feel like mike in the morning, i walk in the sky and the moon on my feet
tell the b-tch “move off me, don’t you got guys to see?”
sh-t feel easy to me, i make hits without a repeat
ain’t no flaw in my projects, sh-t got you thinking like “what’s next?”
pray to god if you upset, maybe he find a road he can direct
i smoke the scotty, my palms wet
i ain’t even get my funds yet
don’t try sh-t with my hoes, i got a big ‘ole glock in my holster
i hit the b-tch, i told ya, i hit the b-tch, i told ya
i got these racks for the ectasy, i got arrest for the ectasy
don’t go try and arrest me, don’t go try and arrest me
she wanna ride in the backseat, i tell the b-tch “come and find me”
only one way off the highway, get ya bag, boy, get straight
straight to the mula, i spend
i spin the benz for a ten
i spend the bands for my refer
ain’t no way you looking in

[chorus]
i bust it right on a left train, ain’t got time to break the door in
told a b-tch “can’t be faithful”, that only led me to more brain
i spit the gas like a propane, got a main b-tch at my show, mane
just got off the phone with sk, he said “send the dough my way”
i bust it right on a left train, ain’t got time to break the door in
told a b-tch “can’t be faithful”, that only led me to more brain
i spit the gas like a propane, got a main b-tch at my show, mane
just got off the phone with sk, he said “send the dough my way”

- slip2crzyy

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