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letra de plenty - south strip

[intro: shogee2k]
ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
ayy, uh, uh, ayy
i said—

[chorus: shogee2k]
plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin’ out again
my girl done told me i don’t know the different between
friends or foes, my head, my toes
my heart, my soul is achin’, ay, it’s breakin’, i said—
plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin’ out again
my girl done told me i don’t know the different between
friends or foes, my head, my toes
my heart, my soul is achin’, ay, it’s breakin’, uh
[verse 1: coolboifresh]
psycho with my mental, nah, ego trippin’
why you pour muscato? nah, i’m henny sippin’
seventh grade, didn’t think that’s how i’m livin’
tell him to start worryin’ ’bout how he get it
the question ain’t rhetorical, it’s how i said it
my lifе is like a book and i already read it
your narrativе is “nerdy dude who lives on reddit”
in the functions that you [?] so god d-mn repetitive
i’m an angry guy, you know i always need my sedatives
once i put the pain inside my, don’t know what day it is
don’t got time to keep complainin’, just accept the way it is
know that i was late for this, tell me you’re okay with this

[verse 2: shwinn]
this my confession to you
me and my homie spittin’ fire when we step in the booth
so kick back, i’ll kick facts and teach a lesson or two
this smith & wesson bringin’ death, watch how you steppin’ in true
why? my n-ggas don’t fight, dawg, ’cause we let them pipes off
b-tch, your trap house dirty, we spray it like some lysol
“shwinny, why you like that, actin’ like your mind gone?”
might fall, but strip ’bout to blow up just like a pipe bomb
only f-ck with dimes if she a nine, i’ll get my pipe on
n-ggas hate, but they still fed them dollars into my song
and n-ggas in the bleachers crazy, ball like shwinn, tracy mcgrady
green jacket like shooter mcgavin, i swing the stick and blaze you
erase you for pickin’ portions off my plate
we send your kin up to them gates
he get a grave for grave mistakes, ’cause that’s dire
grew up slingin’ white boy, toby maguire
always workin’ what i got, i’m a young macgyver and that’s no cap
fall back, thirty shots turn your hat to a vizor
my b-tch strapped up like madea, your bro sing like sonia
[?], new plates in my window tint look like ray bans
black suit like shwinn a raven, countin’ digits, hooray, man
[chorus: shogee2k]
plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin’ out again
my girl done told me i don’t know the different between
friends or foes, my head, my toes
my heart, my soul is achin’, ay, it’s breakin’, i said—
plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin’ out again
my girl done told me i don’t know the different between
friends or foes, my head, my toes
my heart, my soul is achin’, ay, it’s breakin’, uh

- south strip

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