letra de levels - trevino (itw)
[intro: dj drama]
[?]
a lot of [?]
call us penthouse n—as
top level sh-t
[verse: lil wayne]
man, all you p-ssy n—as drive me crazy
make me sick to my stomach, i feel nauseated
all you haters hold hands and jump off a building
i could still taste her p-ssy; memorabilia
backpack full of artillery, one me, no equivalent
these n—as acting like lil’ b-tches
i don’t understand this sh-t like you scribbled it
took her clothes off, step back and exhibit it
then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
the end of the road is at walking distance
have to get that blood off my hands, left thе faucet drippin’
in yo’ face like a airbag in a car collision
my weed man so consistеnt
i’m stayin’ rich, tryin’ not to make poor decisions
everything i do, i plan it out like a solar system
n—a, if you clumsy you gon’ slip and fall a victim to me
your b-tch is sendin’ naked pictures to me
then she shoot over to my house, i scoot over in a bed
i shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet, uh
skatin’ on ’em like i’m lil wayne
and the weed so strong, i can feel veins
write it down, take a picture, now i feel framed
the drugs got me so numb, i can’t feel ashamed
and my girl at home with the mood swings
girl, i gotta make a few runs like usain
wish i had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
hungry n—as going at yo’ neck for that food chain
pop some pills that make me sleepy
hoes creep me in they teepee
i hope that p-ssy taste like kiwi
hope it’s nicer than tahiti, hopin’ i could get a freebie
leavin’ a n—a body floatin’ with a mouth full of seaweed
what’s in my louis backpack, that’s e.t
snitches give me the heebeegeebees
i hope they’ll disappear, where the f-ck is houdini?
i got n—as on my side, you got n—as on yo’ back
i’ma yell timber, money grow on trees
money over queens, f-ck you, blow me
i sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
i don’t really do sh-t but sit back and call the shots
she poured out her heart, i had it on the rocks
red beam on yo’ head, that’s a cherry on top
you don’t wanna keep your cool, i know n—as that’ll die, uh
i danced with the devil in my dreams
when i wake up, i still hear the same song
make me wanna blow a motherf-cker brains out
flood warning n—a, i’m about to brainstorm, lil n—a
i’ll take yo’ main ho, make her call her homegirl
make ’em share the same d-ck
it’s that motherf-ckin’ dedication 5
i just hope i’ll be alive to see a dedication 6
lil tunechi
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