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letra de drowsy - strap

[intro: strap da fool]
yeah, yeah, yeah (ooh)
drugs got me drowsy (young fool)
higher than a mountain (f-ck that b-tch)
ayy
iceberg what it do fool?

[verse 1: strap da fool]
money like i’m fetti
(just like i’m fetti)
and my tires skinny, motherf-cker’s anorexic
f-ck this b-tch, she missing (where’s that ho?)
respect it or check it
i’m the same n-gga that drop 20 on a necklace
f-ck my old b-tch i’m flexing (okay, yeah)
she too childish, f-ck her best friend (yeah)
yeah, she too childish, got new best friends
i am a hood n-gga, 20k a [?]
cut that b-tch off like some loose ends
this for you if the shoe fits (i wear prada)
come through in the new benz (skrtt, skrtt)
leave the n-gga like myself, all i do is win
and i kick a lot of big sh-t, i’m bruce lee
popeye’s (okay), two piece
she got them thick thighs, and them pretty feet (skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
put her in the amg, oo wee
where you from? ‘maryland’
f-ck her, take her -ss to berlin
looking at these diamonds on me prolly have you flirting
looking at these diamonds on me prolly have your girlfriend
plus you ain’t know that my girlfriend had a girlfriend

[chorus: strap da fool]
drugs got me drowsy
f-ck that b-tch she childish
first i locked my top away
ooh, i think i found it (okay)
i be where the meds at
you be where the feds at (let’s go)
water break the levee
i be where the bread at
drugs got me drowsy
f-ck that b-tch she childish (childish)
first i locked my top away
ooh, i think i found it (okay)
i be where the meds at (okay)
you be where the feds at (let’s go)
water break the levee (water)
i be where the bread at

[verse 2: aston martin phi]
i’m the son of a hustler
n-gga, a customer
she wasn’t real from the jump, so i couldn’t f-ck with her
i’m tryna stack it to the ceiling
why you all in your feelings?
and if you talking flawed, you the true definition (and that’s true)
i can do the hard top, or i might drop the ceiling
i came from the ghetto, ain’t have no choice to get it
tote a pistol, let’s go (h-ll yeah)
headed to the west coast
i found a plug on the back end i hit him for the low

[verse 3: strap da fool (aston martin phi)]
i be where the cash money be, honestly (the racks)
come through in that motherf-cker, look just like a bumblebee
i lost mad friends in that humbled me, humbled me (okay)
way back you tried to laugh, wanted to make fun of me (hahaha)
turn up on a n-gga, i’mma give you some to see (go ahead)
tunnel vision all them young n-ggas see
and geeking off the perkys (i’m geeking) and a cup of hennessey
drink a whole fifth, they know my momma’s son a g
i had to cut my haters off cause they ain’t mean me no good (foes)
i’m stuffing all the swishers, stuffing all the backwoods (stuff um)
they tried to count out a n-gga
hey, i let off some rounds on a n-gga (brrr)
that’s my day ones, ain’t no n-ggas like my n-ggas

[outro: strap da fool]
like my n-ggas
all my n-ggas get scrilla
too official
all my n-ggas young hittas
all my n-ggas worth millions

- strap

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