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letra de intoxicated - snaggle b

[verse]
yeah b-tch
you already know what i be f-ckin’ on
downin’ shots and smokin’ blunts
i’ll turn the f-ckin’ fire on
dad hat, studded ears
and b-tches on my f-ckin’ d-ck
everyone out here knows that i’m a f-ckin’ pr-ck
say it quick i’m in the cut
no numbers, no arithmetic
hit me fast and make it count
like jack over the candle stick
you’re so intoxicated
might as well give me the final l!ck
i’ll knock you out, your b-tch is mine
i’ll snap you like a toothpick
ballin’ out
i’m soarin’ high
i always got a fat supply
lavish life
i’m here to live
and all your f-cks i do not give
i’m zd gang
you cannot hang
like dracula with both his fangs
i’m spittin’ slang
like boomerang
that sh-t come back like wakka flame
an’ i be posted on the lido
drop a tab
i’m tripping out
on all of that acido
glasses on
‘till crack of dawn
i’m yachtin’ up in edo
you’re so intoxicated
you be fallin’ down the steps
while you’re out there feelin bad
well i be up here gettin’ reps
so i can flex
on the b-tch i’m f-ckin’ next
all you need to do is need to hit me with a text
when it down to the game
i be actin like a savage
and i always live a life
that is opulent and lavish
yeah you better bet
that i’m always smokin’ on the cabbage
ima take it to the dome
and the dome be gettin’ damage
i’m doin’ me
that sh-t is free
i blow that money on a shopping spree
intoxicated to the max
i know that we can both agree
that we gotta go back
to the motherf-ckin’ tree
b-tch i plea
420 degree
sipping on the lean
what i see
b-tch get on your knees
no this isn’t free
i’m a g
smokin out my piece
man i’m chiefed
i just fall a mothaf-ckin sleep
[verse]
try to think back to the days that you’ve lived in the past
sit there and do all the math
doesn’t add up cause your life is a blur and it’s ass
feelin just like a outcast
i’m done with that sh-t ima put down the glass
pick up a bowl and get stoned off my ass
never has getting f-cked up felt so good
i’m a prodigy ridin my rocket straight up on your ass
and never detach from the feelings of infinite thought from the gas
i’m smokin the finest of reefer my pack
is next to my gat
look at the bricks homie shat
the powers witheld in my cranium
always be organized not misceleneous
i be the first of my kind this millenium
pop out the blue my personas spontaneous
yeah i be running that b-tch for her money
she talking her sh-t but she also get touchy
i’m done with that sh-t yea that b-tch tryna crush me
just look at the details i’m like a debussy
shorty be running on me with a knife like her epithet chucky
she never realize i can lay out so much heat
that b-tch did me wrong
only two for a loveseat
[outro]
and i know
she just want the f-ckin dro

- snaggle b

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