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letra de super mario - stanwill

[intro]
multicolored mike amiri denim, hoodie mari though
yeah, huh (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
multicolored

[verse]
multicolored mike amiri denim, hoodie mari though
lil’ brodie tryna fight the shrooms, i think he mario
i can’t love a b-tch, can only use my heart for cardio
f-ck me off the buffies, taking selfies with my cartis on
tee say “good intentions” but the f-nny sporting half evil
boy, my sh-t enormous, i hope they don’t think our bag equal
b-tches calling us “the hardy boys”, the way we tag team ’em
be done blew his body to the desert if i blast eagle
let hеt set the play, gon’ shoot her bbl
all thе plays i made up on that road, i need a cdl
say he solid in them reps, i really think he twelve
my b-tch say she rolling in the deep with me like she adele
i be playing playing games with yo b-tch heart, i’m c.j. barrymore
super sleazy, greazy in my city, i hit every wh0re
oss, nojo, wealthy, i done tore down every store
bet not keep on speaking on my gang before we bury yours
huh, b-tch, i’m back with a vengeance
every thing doggy speak about be cap, he pretending
huh, up in saks, blew a pension
got the bl!ck in arm’s reach, think i lack? boy, you tripping
huh, boy, this strap got extensions
i ain’t got no [?] up but i blew racks on some christian
huh, in the trap, unky mixing
minute late with that pape’? i’m gon’ tax doggy interest
block her on my daily, now she blowing up my money phone
we got scattys buzzing ’round yo b-tch like she a honeycomb
my new b-tch imported, don’t speak english, she gon’ love me long
if i peep you mugging then i’m clutching, i’m like, “what he on?”
said it’s up with us so we got buddy gone
yo b-tch think i’m uzi, threw me coochie ’cause my money long
off a lot of wocky, shrooms, and zatty, you know cuddy blowed
yo b-tch tryna get me out my bag but i’m in duffy mode
pull up srt, i hit the throttle, i might disappear
2023, that’s us, go tell em get a different year
.223s’ll paint ’em like van gogh, i up and hit his ear
bro just dropped a opp, i crack some wock’ and told my n-ggas cheers
he ain’t getting high, he getting sleepy, doggy tortoise sipping
he been broke as f-ck for all this life, he made some poor decisions
every play i’m going long, don’t give a f-ck it’s fourth and inches
read his paper work, i know he ratting but he swore he didn’t
swear to god, he felon in his raps but he ain’t caught cases
in the ‘burbs where the birds chirp, my neighbors caucasian
threw a h-llephant up in the ‘track, now we on hawk basic
yo b-tch know i’m putting that sh-t on, she like, “that’s soft, ain’t it?”
d$m, that’s gang-gang, ain’t no clique hopping
vvs, my chain hang, boy, this b-tch popping
cpl, me bang thangs if yo clique opping
f-ck dpd, gon’ change lanes if the pigs watching
[outro]
huh, b-tch, dog $hit militia

- stanwill

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