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letra de ma¢ n ¢hee$e - the vlog dogs

[intro]: (no chill nicholson)
a storm is coming
maxo!

[verse 1]: (storm)
run up on you when you eatin’ mac n cheese (cheese! cheese! cheese!)
i do not say sorry no apologies (no!)
and i’m with my crew, and we goin up (we up!)
ben waitches-eubanks, he drives a truck (skrrr)
i did what i wanted i knew what i wanted i stay on my grind, (graa)
these people don’t know me they say i’m a homie but i do not mind, (no, no)
i pull up my top down its 3 in the morning but my time to shine, (shiny!)
switch lanes in the beamer my arm out the window like f-ck a stop sign
i’m on my grind just staying on top of this
moving through the city like its a metropolis
you cannot top this theres no way to stop us
we way way way up you see us, binoculars
got my boys an we super funny, (ha ha)
see us glowing up making hella money, (skrr!)
digits running up doin cross country, (uh)
we eating and you know that they be staying hungry yuh, (hungry, hungry)
got the henny and semi gettin litty in the city and you know that i be schemin hold up, (yuh!)
you know i’m k!llin, and i’m chillin like a villain, got em grillin in the back doing pull ups, (uh)
i’m cheesin, these demons, they sleepin, i’m beamin, you creeping thats incog, (incognito)
my cell phones are ringing, i’m speaking, they pleading, i tell em “chill out dog!”

[chorus]: (storm)
pull up in first, (pull up, pull up)
got my wrist doing work, (wrist, wrist)
got my beams on high so, (hiya, hiya)
gotta grip when i swerve, (swerve)
pull up to the function, (w-ssup)
got an iced-out skirt, (ice!)
i’m writing mad essays, (type, type)
i gotta conjugate the verbs (yuh)

[verse 2]: (no chill nicholson)
pull up with your b-tch and i see you super cross, (yuh)
just like gucci might get lost in the sauce, (whoa)
b-tch i run shit b-tch i am the boss, (bossman)
i be lookin fly like i shop at ross, (cha-ching)
catch these hands like a motherf-ckin toss, (bow)
i’m out here and i never took a loss, (no!)
might come through with some good green moss, (piff)
now i’m at the function and you know she lookin for me, (where ya at)
i’m eatin lots got a big -ss tummy, (munchies)
might school your old man in a game of rummy
b-tch you look stupid and you act like a dummy, (ya)
wrapped in designer like a cashed out mummy, (money)
b-tch i’m not the father you can’t call me sonny, (no)
f-ck outta here i just want my money, (cha-ching, cha-ching)
dude, can i have my money now?
bro, come on!

[verse 3]: (benihana)
wait wait wait, i have a question, how tall are you?
six five and the weather’s fine thank you
thinking cuz we’re talking that i’m gonna take you
straight to 808 and buy you some dank food
probably will anyway i’m always down for shoyu
hold on bro, i heard your girl like tofu
girls night she spend your allowance at whole foods
drinking kure, dutch bros, eating at bamboo
basic b-tch leave you cutting coupons like old school
see me spittin’ fire like chester the cheetah
100 grams in my hand, flamin; hot you need a
gl-ss of water take a seat before i leave ya
don’t bother spittin cuz dog i can read ya
i just wanna turn up and then eat it
set a record, i don’t believe it
like michael jackson i beat it

maxo!

[outtro]: no chill nicholson
can i have my money now?

- the vlog dogs

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