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letra de mocking sht - ssb gang

[instrumental intro]

[verse 1: souljadatap]
y’all just gassing too much
i pull up in this motherf-cker and i’m passing the cup
and i don’t mean lean, make it seem clean, you never seen parties in hollywood
pop cognac, prolly would
in real life, just a fight with an extra biscuit
and to commit a crime, you should take 5 in the f-cking vibe
kool-aid smellin’ like alcohol, don’t swoop them thangs
going under achievement, section 8, let’s go
poppin’ just in houston, i’m getting a few funds
they don’t need my cameras, ’cause they don’t need no new thumbs
k!llin’ on the view, dumb
talent, i can f-ck some
who you testing, you bum?
knock, knock, need a new one
they be scrеaming “help, please!”
and you bе bringing no peace
fumble on your own stage
luckily, i’m so great
you a low achiever, and i’m a s-xy beater
balling, it’s no fifa
they don’t f-ck with me, ah!

[chorus: souljadatap]
take a look how i’m pointing at this
colorful boys, i’ma need an assist
call up my bro, i’m in a new clique
dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick?
[verse 2: kira johnston]
royal bish in a conversation
v spreading facts, y’all just don’t got no patience
mama be thanking me, let’s get in a coupe
eating miso soup

[verse 3: big votie]
doing twenty push-ups in a red room
my mind canibus, at least i got a caliber thats 40 pounds
then call my homies, they be setting some traps
i’m on my way, couple of leaves on my face
and i just sh-t on them mumble rappers, ’cause they ain’t nothing good
the only variation is that my yacht could fly in sp-ce
i be kurupt in 90’s, duffle bag
one to ten, they cooking mumble cats
bubblegum broccoli, i be starving for that
don’t refuse to stumble—
i’m the d.o.c., come correct that
bring back odb, suck a d-ck and eat in peace
fu-f-ck mainstream, took a shot at n-gga knee
now i’m buzzing in the trap, that sh-t gon’ be at ya neck
a little biscuit, i’m going with this
they be autistic in they mental minds
hopefully i’m getting money in the f-cking chi’, okay

[verse 4: simon blues]
cooler than summer in august
spit my rhymes, dimes, you get that reference
no normal weapons
i be with you if you said you love me
but when i come up, i stick my arm up, and taking shots at them
they like, “he’s funny, funny”
i don’t dress like a bunny, bunny
mixtapes only, polar expressions
when i’m drinking starbucks, take a fifty buck
a moblie phone, yay!
now you win this prize
[verse 5: pat l]
check it, collard greens are dying, you better be a star
i usually take my luck and dress to f-ck these d-cks
a normal person, in real life just posting dead bodies of my enemies
gone long, cemetery
drinking sprite in a rolls-royce, windows up, boys, boys
cuffed a metalhead, he be burning people down
oh sh-t, we gonna hit a guardrail
(oh, oh my god, that’s too much)

[chorus: souljadatap & superaboi]
take a look how i’m pointing at this
colorful boys, i’ma need an assist
call up my bro, i’m in a new clique
dope dude, fresh dude, which one would you pick? (yo)

[verse 6: superaboi]
boi crazy in this b-tch, i don’t do no car cleaning
ma’am, you could give me a kiss, they belong to my face
see them stitches, you grooving with this
ay, come on, sing this!
foxes dancing, wolves digging, chains blinging
in my club, i get side eyes by chicks that are 5 foot
yo, that’s crazy, this sh-t amazing
it’s occasional, it’s so national
son, you could wait, so patience, so i get the payment though
my movement is my kind, distinct, you f-cking kissed it on the shovel
and again, i’m not a rebel
1, 2, 3, 4, you just could step off
[outro: souljadatap, simon blues, superaboi, kira johnston & all]
yo, uh, sh-t
we are dope!
oh sh-t!
yeah, uh
uh, uh
pow, pow, pow, pow!
singing we are dope
singing we are dope
yeah, uh
yeah
ay, let’s go, let’s go, uh
pow, pow
now let’s go
n-gga
singing we are dope
yo, what the f-ck?
uh
um, uh
um
b-tch!

- ssb gang

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