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letra de evul - tone mula

[intro: tone mula & portal boi & mr. tm]
ay, tone? tone?
wassup?
get up n-gga!
they miss you bra, you got 13k on yo song
man f-ck this sh-t man ion’ think i wanna do it no mo
what the f-ck do you mean?
you don’t wanna do this sh-t no mo man
aye man look, i got these pills man
they make you feel unstoppable bra
here take these sh-ts man
mane, you know ion’ do no f-cking pills bro
mane here take these sh-t man stop being a p-ssy
naw bra i ain’t f-cking with that sh-t mane
you know ion’ do no pills
mane here bra just take it bra one-time bra just this one time
naw bra i ain’t doing it
mane here bra just take it!
bra aight bra give that sh-t mane
why ion’ feel none?
why everything spinning?
(ay bra, ay bra)

ay, tone, tone? (uhh)
get up n-gga tone?

(this is your new life)
(um i’m mr. tm)
(here take this mic you got five seconds to go through the portal)
(5, 4, 3, i think they know what goes after 3)
(two!)

[verse]
aye, i was lonely i slept with a bag
if you speak on my name you a f-g!
and she ride my d-ck fast like a jag
if you tuff then them bullets play tag
i be dripping i see why they mad
i can’t trust em’ i know they be trash
2k18 i’m chasing a bag
i can’t chase her she know i got asthma (uh, uh)
call up bandz then we hop in the coupe
only thing we be chasing is lute
we the sh-t wanna f-ck with the crew?
break her back her sh-t dripping like fruits
lotta’ of chains on my body no roots
i be flexing alone don’t need groups
lotta guns around me like a troop
i bust on her i had to say oops
and i’m blowing on gas like i’m snoop
i be ballin’ i don’t need no hoop
we was broke we ain’t know what to do
saw the blue then came up with a clue
shorty tripping she can’t be my boo
every time i pop out everything new
call up bro t slime you out like the flu
tryna’ run game shorty tripping i knew
gave her the d-ck now she calling with withdrawals
blind to the bullsh-t i feel like i’m ray charles
n-ggas act tuff when they see me they try dap me up
i swear that i hate yall
young n-gga solid i feel like a 8 ball
i left the old me right up in the graveyard
i got the drip it’s on sell just like k-mart
boy you so cap you ran laps ain’t gone chase yall
aiming them bullets i’m tryn’ knock yo face-off
balling on n-ggas i’m not talking playoffs
yea i might f-ck ha’ but i will not date yall
no quavo or offset but i’m bout to takeoff!

- tone mula

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