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letra de mothado - sulu

[verse 1: future]
whippin’ the yam, whippin and flippin’ the yam
turn the whole brick to a lam
re-rockin’ the dope, soon as it get off the boat
keepin’ it soft like a mink
gold on my link, c-ke in the sink
choppin’ that work like karate
servin’ a new maserati, in a brand new maserati
that’s a whole lot of new money
sn-tch it, then hide it from the 12
movin’ them squares and them bales
servin’ the rawest of yayo
beating that china like kunta kinte
whippin’ it, whippin’ that fish and parkay
drinkin’ on syrup, i’m rollin’ up haze
made myself a boss, a boss and a plug
either way you put it, n-gg-, i’m good
triple salute, n-gg-, straight out the hood
bakin’ soda water splash the scales
fork in my right and my pot in my left
leanin’ all the way over to the side
i whip me a four way to a nine
the dirty, the money is homicide
and my recipe can’t be televised

[chorus: future]
young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg-, young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
ayy, move that dope, ayy, move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
they move that dope, they move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg-, young n-gg- move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope
they move that dope, they move that dope
young n-gg- move that dope

[verse 2: pusha t]
young enough to still sell dope
but old enough that i knows better
when they sayin’ it’s 42 for that white powder, i knows better
get it, n-gg-? i nose better, put a smile on the devil’s face
who don’t wanna sell dope forever
and flood their rollie till the bezel break?
woo! fish scale in the two-door that i fish-tails
fibergl-ss, ferrari leather, in designer sh-t that i misspell
yughh! look at the clues
the j’s, the jewels, i’m actin’ a monkey
from 16 years old, i’m whippin’ in kitchens, f-ckin’ my junkies
pablo, versace way before migos
my dinner plates, no silverware, all you n-gg-s my hijos
toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole
made it through to the other side
now nothing’s big as my ego, push

- sulu

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