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letra de quantic blue - supreme regime

[verse 1: loud mouth]
started off with nada, now she call me papa
i bust in like pow! pow!, drunk white girls all say blah blah
they stumbling off the vodka, that triple finger shocka
that p-ssy gon’ need docta’, green yellow red that’s rasta
klonopins and xanax, on another planet
my parents acting frantic, they think my life is damaged (no)
they think i cannot handle it (no), they think i will not manage (no)
well b-tch just watch me blow up like the inside of a cannon
well i’ve had it, god d-mn it, i keep a trashy b-tch laugh at me
while a cl-ssy b-tch ashin’, sippin’ on purple mol-sses
i’m fl!cking cigs off the hammock, i bang bang like the hammer
while these hannah montana fanas slang slang my banana
but now i’m gone, gone, smoking on something strong
i’m gone, gone, bad b-tches all in my phone
i’m gone, gone, so let me tell you something
got the pills and robitussin got me floating it ain’t nothing

[verse 2: jessiath]
i’m a message in a bottle, catch me washed up on sh0r-
in the hands of sea serpents, scripts sewed in their pores
lately i’m banging wavy ladies, mermaids and wh0r-s
hit the ocean bottom, sea floor, and do em’ like ch0r-s
pirate ship, we are live with the tighest ship
surfing curves, working nerves, fishing for vicodin
still fl!cking mirror pics, squint my eyes and bite my lip
instagram that sh-t then i text your b-tch that likes my d-ck
sea monster, seen chomping on green pasta
sweet, lotsa, weed novels and lean bottles
popping beans with dream models, read em’ like authors
conceive daughters, me father, when she’s born she will receive nada
no dada, patchy beard tight bandana, santana
pulling strings kicking mad sand up, fans stand up
this the man of the year, i know your glad to be here
sit in my lap, rap’s bad santa
oh sh-t, no gifts for no b-tch
and if she like me she can drift in my ocean
no sh-t, its hopeless, so give her this dope d-ck
and she can wave run it with continuous coastin
this is fictional boasting
if you listen in closely, i paint a vivid picture
let the visuals proceed, i’m shaq’in the post
see me dish it to kobe, on some spur of the moment sh-t
gin0bili in ’03

[verse 3: paul-o]
get it poppin’, get it poppin’
baby we can go there, laguardia to o’hare
my ogs stand with au-pairs
get it crackin’, get it poppin’
baby we can take off, bong rips and we baseball
nick cage will melt your face off
get it crackin’, get it poppin’
baby we can take off, bong rips and we play baseball
nick cage will melt your face off
green iris, we wildin’, i can’t open my eyelids
can barely stand up, i wanna throw up but i’mma fight it
all night its ignited, people at the crib ? to get as sick as a virus
i just hope your homies like it, with these star wars up in warsaw
knock on wood no door kn-bs, refill cups cause my fours gone
shoot pills and weed, oh sit now the floors gone
where’d i go, where i’m at
tell shorty hope she makes it back, i’m on that rolling stone sh-t
cause now my visions painted black, keith richards
mick jagger, i rock out with my c-ck out
i’m hot as ?, talk sh-t and you’ll get knocked out
by a crew full of thuggin’ cold dudes
getting tipsy like its ’02
we at the track, we got the track
whose got the pro tools
get it poppin’, get it poppin’
baby we can go there, laguardia to o’hare
my ogs stand with au-pairs
get it crackin’, get it poppin’
baby we can take off, bong rips and we play baseball
nick cage will melt your face off
get it crackin’, get it poppin’
baby we can take off, bong rips and we play baseball
nick cage will melt your face off

- supreme regime

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