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letra de ​plankton - ​thr33

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[intro]
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[chorus]
give me that formula, n-gga, like plankton (like plankton, aye)
and we finna slide to yo’ block and clean it up, n-gga, like maintenance (we gon’ clean that sh-t up)
n-gga, i do not know you, why the f-ck you keep calling me twin? (n-gga, who the f-ck you?)
i f-cked yo’ b-tch one time, we finna do it again (i did it one time)
baby, look at the time (on god)
i said, “i gotta go” (i gotta go)
and we just go to war if you really wanna talk ’bout my folks (we could really just do it)
why you taking me serious, n-gga? (on god)
you know i’m just kidding (man, i’m juh’ playin’)
you know it’s a joke, so, why you being such a hoe? (why you being a b-tch?)

[verse 1]
i can not pretend ’bout my life (on god)
these n-ggas stay wearin’ fake ice (likе, why?)
just stay down til’ you come up, be patient with sh-t, it ain’t hard to wait (just stay down)
‘causе n-gga, it’s never too late (on god)
you a lil’ ass n-gga, go put on some weight
.762’s gon’ make that boy shake (make that boy shake)
she bussin’ that booty just like a earthquake
gi-give me that migraine, give me headache
ay-aye, scrub sh-t like mr. clean (mr. clean)
i’m a nice guy, n-gga, i just look mean
do not talk to my n-gga, do not intervene
it’s the top of the morning, n-gga, baby keem
baby want me to buy her sh-t up off of shein
f-ck protein, n-gga, f-ck a creatine
b-tch, i stay to myself, i don’t need a team
nope, i don’t need one…
not two
i-i got a dog, give me scooby-doo
i need that clue, n-gga, like i’m blue
‘member all i was wearing was a-choo
‘member when shawty ain’t want me back then
ti-time go by, she ratin’ me a ten
g19, that’s my favorite gen
too introverted, i don’t need a friend
[verse 2]
i need guap, now
ni-n-gga, please don’t talk down
do-don’t play try’ play with gang, we gon’ f-ck up
th-three bad hoes and they all got a bubble b-tt
caught a opp, make a f-ck n-gga flip, make him backflip
that’s not weed, you was smokin’ on cat nip
talk on the ‘net but you will never catch me
.40 cal make that boy run like a trackmeet
can’t wait, see yo’ hoe, we gon’ f-ck in the backseat
don’t f-ck with my dad ’cause n-gga a deadbeat
he talkin’ too crazy, he must wanna get beat
it was 3v1, make that f-ck n-gga retreat
that n-gga too scary, don’t ’round this way
.5-.556 turn a f-ck n-gga g-y
and i stack up my bread like i’m stacking hay
when the sun go down, n-gga, it’s time to play

[outro]
hahaha
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yeah

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