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letra de dopamine - slump madi

[intro: slump madi]
lately i just been— (huh)
lately i been— (yeah)
lately i been— (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: slump madi & 1300saint]
lately, i just been obsessed with the commas
lately, these n-ggas obsessed with the drama
better than me, put that sh-t on your mama
i’ll make a hit while i’m in my pajamas
i was f-cked up when i texted that ho
now, i’m sober, i don’t even want her
wow, she tryna f-ck up on my brother
it’s straight, as long as i don’t gotta love her
insane, the gas that i’m smokin’, it do gotta stank
she throwin’ thirteen up, but she not a saint
i’m ballin, these n-ggas can’t be in the paint
i’m swervin’, so n-ggas can’t be in my lane
i spent all my money on tickets, my n-gga, i think i’m addicted to high propane
she wanna come get her a ticket, my n-gga, she know i’m the real deal, black cobain (slatt, slatt)

[verse 1: 1300saint]
huh, this b-tch a sl-t, she gon’ do what i say (do what i say)
regular swag, b-tch, i’m cool every day (b-tch, i’m cool every day)
i’m poppin’ sh-t, f-ck what you gotta say (f-ck what you gotta say)
run up a bag like i run up a check (like a check)
| give her d-ck, got her runnin’ from that (stand on that)
f-ck up your spot, we gon’ run into that (we gon’ run)
i want my paper, i’m comin’ for that (slatt)
these n-ggas don’t know me
n-gga takin’ up sp-ce, n-ggas corny (slatt)
i count racks when i wake up in the mornin’
throw some racks on that b-tch, make her h-rny (slatt)
i’m so cool on that ho, not important
7.62 gon’ sting like a h-rnet (slatt)
know they whippin’, i rent it, i own it
her p-ssy pretty, put some vv’s on it
[verse 2: slump madi]
i ain’t got fear in a thing, but god
if you don’t believe me, just look at my clothes
essentials, i just gotta have it designer, i’m rockin’ the head to the toe
so, um, you still tryna go, huh
it’s really a yes or a no, huh
it’s really get rich or be broke, huh
i’m sellin’ it high, get it low, huh

[verse 3: 1300saint]
she fillin’ her nose with the snow, huh
i bossed up that b-tch she was broke, huh
ain’t goin’ out sad bout a ho, yeah
i just f-ck on her friend on the low, huh
n-gga, life been h-lla good, sh-t kosher, huh
she mad ’cause i don’t show emotion, huh
i’m arrogant, b-tch, don’t approach me, nah
a pistol on me, don’t approach me, nah

[verse 4: slump madi]
ayy, stop talkin’ to me like you know me
i told my twin, let it rip if they ho me
these n-ggas b-tches, i know they be phony
she got a cross, but i know she ain’t holy
you got some money, well, lil’ n-gga, show me, huh
you might get hit just for throwin’ me, huh
i’m paper stackin, it’s dopamine, huh
she not my wife, she just dopamine, huh
[chorus: slump madi]
lately, i just been obsessed with the commas
lately, these n-ggas obsessed with the drama
better than me, put that sh-t on your mama
i’ll make a hit while i’m in my pajamas
i was f-cked up when i texted that ho
now, i’m sober, i don’t even want her
wow, she tryna f-ck up on my brother
it’s straight, as long as i don’t gotta love her
insane, the gas that i’m smokin’, it do gotta stank
she throwin’ thirteen up, but she not a saint
i’m ballin, these n-ggas can’t be in the paint
i’m swervin’, so n-ggas can’t be in my lane
i spent all my money on tickets, my n-gga, i think i’m addicted to high propane
she wanna come get her a ticket, my n-gga, she know i’m the real deal, black cobain

- slump madi

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