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letra de holiday jrue - ssg splurge

[intro]
f-ck it up, trap!
he had the brain out of his ass, i’m trippin’ (yeah)
anything to the hoes, he said he a trick like a hoe (yeah)
man, let’s go! (yeah, yeah)
basslord

[verse: ssg splurge]
i’m in a z06 corvette, trackhawk jeep go faster than that (skrrt)
i feel like jason kidd with the nets (kid!)
she an f from the front, so i hit from the back (huh!)
walked through, got a twenty band show for a fact (twenty)
tell my chauffeur don’t trip ’cause i’m ridin’ with the mac
i done popped at a lot of n-ggas, no hat (no hat)
“how my b-tch know spanish?” and this b-tch pure black (huh?)
tried to reach for a chain, but end up doin’ crack
got racks, so your hoe eatin’ d-ck like snacks (snacks)
walked in the opp party, left without a scratch
tell the pusher like, “give me them packs” (give me that!)
catch a opp in traffic, you know we gon’ speed (yeah)
we’ll clap at a n-gga like he done with speech (clap)
better not get too hungry, we’ll k!ll you for greed
got the designer shoes, bottom look like cleats (ice)
i already got the drip, ain’t no need for the milk (milk)
in the city poppin’ wheelies in this b-tch like meek (skrrt)
i’m quick to the b-tch like the bottom of my feet
we done clipped an undercover, he was in too deep (he was in too deep)
push it down there and watch the candle with the lights out
i think your b-tch suck d-ck way better when the lights off
mixin’ me out, get your ass done wiped out
spent four on a frenchie and i don’t even like dogs (like dogs)
the trap singin’ like american idol (ooh)
percocet, you can see it all in my eyeb-lls (ooh)
doped up, now he got two tucked (two tucked)
n-gga so broke, i ain’t beefin’ with puppets
chop a n-gga up like we cuttin’ some fruit up (fruit up)
catch his baby mama while she puttin’ the food up (food up)
spin with the work, the b-tch raw like a food truck (raw truck)
we hit his neck like he b-ttonin’ a suit up (up)
bang on that f-ck sh-t, f-ck n-gga know the route
got five, but i beat a n-gga ass like round tips (beat his ahh!)
better keep a stick, i ain’t none of these artists
rap n-ggas p-ssy, havin’ internet arguments
i’m with a freak and she l!ck like carmex (carmex)
godd-mn, n-gga done flipped off an eye lid
teacher said i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t ’cause i ain’t do the project (ah)
catch a p-ssy n-gga, turn him red like hi-tech
everybody hatin’, why the f-ck i ain’t die yet? (why?)
popped two percocet, why i ain’t high yet?
we’ll drop back on him, then fly to hawaii (hawaii)
i don’t f-ck with kim k, i ain’t trippin’ off kanye (nah)
why you goin’ so fast? this a new audi r8 (skrrt)
you speakin’ too much, i don’t do good on highways (skrr)
i seen a b-tch runnin’, then shoot the b-tch sideways (sideways)
rap n-ggas gay like damon on friday
f-ck out the goop (goop)
i ball like holiday jrue (uh-huh)
b-tches come in the flock, yeah, they do (uh-huh)
when we shoot, we shoot, swoosh (uh-huh)
your bad b-tch gettin’ head, moose
when he hear sh-t, he play dead, pause
in the batmobile, turn your b-tch into goth
if i’m smart, that’s a bet like roxy
we gon’ catch him and pop him like oxy (like oxy!)
[outro]
yeah
catch him and smoke him like oxy, my b-tch, yeah
gon’ smoke him like roxy (yeah, yeah)

- ssg splurge

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