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letra de fadaphilippe [sped up] - summrs

[intro]
this sh-t get easier and easier (hurt, what it do?)
brr
bird business (ayy, geo got them bands, huh?)

[chorus]
ride with that motherf-ckin’ felony (yeah)
i’m in a motherf-ckin’ ‘cat, like, how the f-ck you think you catchin’ me? (f-ck you catchin’? yeah)
i’m high and i play with her cat and my b-tch bad, she mixed with vietnamese (vietnamese)
stupid b-tch, check the stats, yeah, this sh-t facts, od in the telly (telly)
take a blue, go to the moon (the moon)

[post-chorus]
take a blue, go to the moon (take a blue, go to the moon)
take a blue, go to the moon (take a blue, go to the moon)
i’m in my element, don’t do shrooms (don’t do shrooms)
water the patek, i’m in the 4matic, yeah, big body, i don’t ride caddies
got baddies in cali, get whips to the valley, chanel no. 9, no bally (uh-huh)
i’m lovin’ this freak, and yeah, she got a fatty (brr)

[verse 1]
i got so much money, f-ck around, get a benz for my b-tch (uh-huh, yeah)
i been on the top, these p-ssy-ass boys sittin’ on the bench (the bench)
got a bad lil’ vibe, she spanish, tryna teach me how to talk french (talk french)
amg, v8 turbo engine up in this b-tch
all of my guys keep gen 5s tucked up up in this b-tch
why the h-ll, why the f-ck you try me? i don’t know who i’m finna sl-t out this b-tch
i’m finna get mad, i’m finna lose it, i’ll get mad and crash in this b-tch (okay)
nyc fashion week for the week, honey bun stashed for the philippe (honey bun)
pucci wallet, pucci jacket, pucci, check out my fashion (my fashion)
one of my n-ggas ratchet, one of ’em addicts, booted up on that addy
clutch his and hers glocks, bullets help my b-tch and do him nasty (huh, bl!ck, woah)
make him do gymnastics, flip his ass, like i threw your ass, your daddy
twenty pointer my neck, these vvs wet, hop out the ghost to the ‘vette (brrt)
two things i’m dyin’ ’bout, my check and my respect, crash with that tec (brrt-brrt)
this b-tch was a good girl at first, i got her noddin’ off of hi-tech
and she a freak under them sheets, all she wanna do is have s-x (s-x)
[chorus]
ride with that motherf-ckin’ felony (yeah)
i’m in a motherf-ckin’ ‘cat, like, how the f-ck you think you catchin’ me? (think you catchin’ me)
i’m high and i play with her cat and my b-tch bad, she mixed with vietnamese (vietnamese)
stupid b-tch, check the stats, yeah, this sh-t facts, od in the telly
take a blue, go to the moon (moon, huh)

[verse 2]
benihana every weekend, wake up in four seasons (four seasons)
pick up a treesh, if she not eatin’ meat, then i’m leavin’ (i’m leavin’)
‘rari 488 up on the highway, this b-tch speedin’ (speedin’)
i had snorted a roxi’, took half of an oxy’, i was fiendin’ (yeah)
i been gettin’ to that cheese and gettin’ to that lettuce, b-tch, i’m vegan (vegan)
i go dior, dior my b-tch i adore, shop at neiman
that’s your lil’ b-tch? every weekend, she eat s-m-n like a demon (yeah)
i got hitters in your region and they creepin’, be on defense

- summrs

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