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letra de don't crash - surf

[hook: surf]
i had to leave that hoe alone
cause that b-tch trash
go get the bag
i’m blowing strong
i’m blowing gas
two hunnid on the dash
i might crash
i don’t want no problems with these broke boys, nah
i don’t want no problems with these broke boys, nah
you don’t want no problem with me broke boy, nah
you don’t want no problem with me broke boy, ay

[verse 1: surf]
run up on me wrong and you’ll get murked boy
i’ll leave your body chilling six feet in the dirt boy
comme des garcons, chilling on my shirt boy
leave that hoe alone, ‘fore your feelings hurt boy
i’m a hot boy, they should call me turk boy
but i’m a wavy boy, so they call me surf boy
i be in the field, i be in the turf boy
i seen the streets for real, i ain’t have to lurk boy
see
i just took your hoe, i ain’t have to flirt boy
and i just do this sh-t, i ain’t have to learn boy
everything i own, know i had to earn boy
get them pockets full, get them pockets firm boy
she can’t get inside my whip if she ain’t bad
hit it from the back, i got her fingers on the gl-ss
had to leave that girl alone, ’cause she treated me bad
could’ve gave you my last
but, haha

[verse 2: surf]
i blocked your number
send me your letter
you want to see me
get on my schedule
your n-gga want to be me
tell him get on my level
i popped a perc-y tonight
i’m finna dance with the devil
okay i’m balling too hard, yeah
i might get a foul
i been going to hard
these n-ggas throwing the towel, yeah
you smoking loud, what?
that’s just a quiet
i’m smoking good gas
you n-ggas just smoke on a diet
i got my bank account looking like somebody high mileage
i got my ex-b-tches trying to repair all of they vices
i got my old haters tryna hit me up for advice
i got my nina and my glocky that sh-ts sugar and spice

- surf

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