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letra de cricket wireless flows - sugs

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(intro)
yo  bro that’s crazy, there’s people really out here using cricket wireless dude that’s crazy

(verse  1)
let me breathe!
bodies round me sweat‚ spit drippin’‚ stomped toes‚ black eye, teeth missin’ blacked out, i can’t see
prolly  be the best kid rippin’‚ god knows, smack b-tch for sh-t talkin’, man d-mn‚ what it be?
folding  paper in the wallet, origami like that huh?
imma sailor in the water, diamonds on me like that huh?
she  my flavor, i can’t stop it yea she got me like that huh?
pop a hater, shootin’ pinb-lls keep a tommy like that huh?

i’m rockin’ tommy like that huh
breaker breaker, bet i mothaf-ckin’ copy like that huh
i’m  a printer wit the paper, you just copy like that huh
do a hunnit in the porche, think i’m a jockey like that huh

you’s a b-tch boy, swear to god, put that on me
and ya b-tch boy, she not yours, she put that on me
wicked witch boy, see the way the water on me
got the stick boy, lotta faces and they all green

i might float out in this b-tch, and she might go down in this b-tch
i’m gettin’ throat now baby, no doubt needa slowdown in this b-tch
i never sold out, rip your soul out, but no motown in this b-tch
yea we can tussle, kung fu hustle, shaolin showdown in this b-tch

i’m at your neck! homie want the smoke i r.k.o him off a jet!
super soaker, slip n’ slide, bet we leave you wet!
ravioli out his brain, boyardee i’m the chef!
swear to god i act before i think, i got tourettes!

really want the beef like a thick steak, bone too?
you gotta keep that sh-t like your mixtape, won’t you?
ain’t wanna hear you talk, that’s a mistake, bro you
pull up to my house need police tape, no use

bet! if being wack was currency then b-tch i am in debt!
if i’m bein’ honest yo worth probably worth a cigarette
you the type to rock a suit and tie to try to get the s-x
you been out deceiving, scheming, i can see it through my specs

i’m just living stupid livid, criminal the way i flex
picked the wrong dude, b-tch i’m tom cruise, risky business know the rest
choppa hit, call it exterminator, cleaning out the pests
b-tch i’m going through your head, we ain’t shootin’ at the vest

we ain’t shootin’ at the vest
choppa ralph it finna wreck (huh?)
choppa ralph it finna wreck

really really really really want the beef, ah nah i’m just kiddin

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