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letra de ​miracle - ​thr33

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[intro]
(look at me, n-gga)
(boy-)
(boy-)

[chorus]
lil’ b-tch, i get high as a bird (f-ck you, n-gga)
lil’ baby, like, what is the word?
these n-gga be cappin’ ’bout havin’ that sh-t…
n-gga, don’t get on my nerves!
me and brother like phineas and ferb (straight like that, n-gga)
in the scat, i muh’f-ckin’ swerve
in the scat, i muh’f-ckin’ race
but these n-gga can’t keep up my pace
why these n-ggas stay daggin’ my style?
i’ma f-ck on yo’ bih’ while she smile
he gon’ call the police, he gon’ dial
p-ssy n-gga know i’m in his town
n-gga said he gon’ pull up like where?
where?
where?
whe-where???

[verse 1]
thr33 pop out that cut and it’s thеre
why you lyin’? this ain’t truth or dare
told that b-tch she can lеave, i don’t care
you my brother, you know i’ma share
hit a l!ck, we gon’ kick in yo’ door
w-w-we ain’t find sh-t, that n-gga too broke!
in the traphouse, keep on the low
how you switch on me? you was my bro
how you switch on me? you was my fam’
i’m the goat, i ain’t never no lamb
if you shop, get more than a gram
i ran off on that p-ssy boy, d-mn!
see a opp, he finna get slapped
th-that’s yo’ bih’? well, her booty get clapped
that’s yo’ b-tch, she gon’ give me that cake
tryna hop off the porch, boy, you late
th-th-that boy run up, get hit with that “mmm”
when i put my d-ck in, she said, “mmm”
when i’m ridin’ top tier, it go, “vroommm”
i just took this bad bih’ to my room
why so serious? have a lil’ fun!
i-i’m too paranoid, i got my gun!
n-gga copyin’ me, that’s my son
ain’t no help, boy, i don’t need a hand
for that feature, i need me a band
got a k, i don’t f-ck with the klan
you embarrassing, you not my man’s
money came in, i do my lil’ dance
and i’m certain my b-tch up in france
i’m too high, lil’ b-tch, how i’m gon’ land?
[verse 2]
i’m too high, lil’ b-tch, i can not focus!
when i pop out, i say, “hocus pocus!”
in my grooveee, i’m gettin’ that funk!
b-tch, i meditate just like a monk
you ain’t grindin’, boy, it’s been a month
in the strip, i see h-lla titties!
told that b-tch that i like h-llo kitty!
she say, “f-ck it, i’ll just give you kitty!!!!!!!”
b-tch, i’m runnin’ late, i ain’t got time
n-gga gotta catch up, you behind
this and pressure gon’ make me a dime
i can’t f-ck with you, you not my kind
i told mama, “we gon’ be alright!”
they left me so i look to my right
you a frenemy or you my foe?
n-ggas come for me, i gotta tote
h-lla different, boy, i’m a black sheep (look at me, n-gga)
(boy-)
by myself in the room, had a week (boy-)
now i’m straight, now a n-gga can sleep
fake n-gga, boy, i had to beat

[chorus]
lil’ b-tch, i get high as a bird (f-ck you, n-gga)
lil’ shawty, like, what is the word?
these n-gga be cappin’ ’bout havin’ that sh-t…
n-gga, don’t get on my nerves!
me and brother like phineas and ferb (straight like that, n-gga)
in the scat, i muh’f-ckin’ swerve
in the scat, i muh’f-ckin’ race
but these n-gga can’t keep up my pace
why these n-ggas stay daggin’ my style?
i’ma f-ck on yo’ bih’ while she smile
he gon’ call the police, he gon’ dial
p-ssy n-gga know i’m in his town
n-gga said he gon’ pull up like where?
where?
where?
where?

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