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letra de elf - thr33 (rapper)

[intro]
it’s dj gren8de
who the f-ck?
brbrbrbrbrbrbrbr
me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
took off on the plug
she said “do you wanna f-ck?”, i’m like “duh”
big bands on me, i got a dub
e-eatin’ good, my belly, i’ma rub
lil’ bro, you stink, get in that tub
lil’ bro, you stink, get in that bath
weed hit me hard just like a jab
she got her titties out, let me grab
she got her titties out, let me f-ck
he tryna fight…, what’s up?
glock gon’ hit a n-gga, like hockey puck
don’t drop that music, n-gga, you f-cking suck
that n-gga a b-tch, cause we took his toolie
don’t f-ck with g-y n-ggas, call me boosie
he f-cking with minnie, cause that goofy
you f-cking that hoe, lil’ bro, she a groupie
caught me a opp, made that n-gga dookie
that n-gga grown as hеll acting like a kid, lil uzi
glock make a n-gga dance, makе him groovy
glock make a n-gga hit the d-mn toosie…, slide
he said he robbed me, that n-gga lied
d-ck on the glock, but it ain’t g-y
he say he got motion…, where?
o-oh, that’s a opp n-gga over there
baby too fine, she shaped like a pear
i’m too fye, we cannot compare
inhale weed, i do not breathe air
he tryna beef, boy, you a silly goofy
take that boy whip, n-gga, it’s a bentley coupe
we finna stir the opps, like a f-cking smoothie
she asking me “where am i?”, calling my telephone
b-tch leave me, alone
stack my own, man, we only gon’ hit the dome
b-tch, you used to hate when i was down
i’m feeling heavy, i carry the pound
white shooter with me, his name lucas
gon’ take his b-tch, lil’ n-gga stupid
f-ck love, n-gga, f-ck is a cupid?
shorted his weed, that n-gga a doofus
i can forgive, i won’t forget
pay what you owe, n-gga, you in debt
he was talking down, now his momma upset
and she wanna f-ck, i’m like, “bet”
[outro]
yeah, yeah
brbrbrbrbrbrbr
ha, haha, yeah

- thr33 rapper

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