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letra de shucks! - toom

[intro]
bro, i can’t have hot chocolate anymore, bro
(it’s so stupid bro)
gives me headaches bro
(stupid, stupid)
red drum on the beat
it’s literally dumb, bro
i don’t know why it happens but it does, (matt ox)

[verse]
i got like thirty in my pocket, huh
yeah i tote a rocket
yeah this song, you finna bop it, (boom)
jordans, i just copped it
got the gucci jeans on
head shaped like a bean, uh, (a bean)
i don’t sip no lean, huh
these shoes are looking clean, huh
finna pull up with the stick, huh
keep them potions like i’m rick, huh
feelin’ like i’m john wick, huh
i’ma go hit a l!ck, huh
he want smoke, he cappin’
he ain’t want no action, no
kid is always lackin’
choppa, it be smakin’ though
pull up on me, i got aim, like i’m a captian, bro
went up to the gucci store and made transactions, bro
in the dark, but i can see issa diffraction, bro
run up on me and the nerf gun get to clappin’, bro, huh
feel like jeff bezos
money like a casino
got the gucci rose, money come and it go leave bro, (aye, aye, aye)
keep the bands up in my bags, (yeah, aye, aye, aye)
yeah this is a gucci bag

[interlude]
bro, this beat is fire, (shoutout red drum)
but i still can’t have hot cocoa, (hate that)
and i hate that, bro, (stoopid!)
who decided, no hot cocoa, (tr3yway!)
my grades are, dumb as heck, (matt ox!)

[chorus]
i drove a lotus down the street, uh
red drum on the beat, uh
gold up on me t–th, duh
don’t wear no supreme though
nerf gun, with a beam, uh
keep versace jeans, uh
pull up with the team, uh
thirty dollar tee, huh
i drove a lotus down the street, uh
red drum on the beat, uh
gold up on me t–th, duh
don’t wear no supreme though
nerf gun, with a beam, uh
keep versace jeans, uh
pull up with the team, uh
thirty dollar tee, huh

- toom

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