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letra de speedballin' - ty velli

hook (ty velli)

i’m on an upper and a downer at the same time everybody tryna’ tell me that my brain fried
but if the police come around no that sh-t ain’t mine
i’m going up, i’m going down, i’m going out my mind i’m speedballin’

i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
(speed)
i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
i’m speedballin (i’m speedballin’)
i’m going up, i’m going down, i’m going out my mind i’m speedballin’

verse 1 (ty velli)

my momma tried to tell me straight’n up my ways
cause’ i go hard for week then i ain’t wakin’ up for days
some people say that i’m just going through a phase
but the only thing that i’m going through is a mother f——- maze
i’m just trying not to spill sh-t on my new jeans cocaine and lean, mix christmas & halloween
go grab my keys, i think i’m runnin’ out of weed
i need a pound at least, no reggie that sour deeze
and you know there ain’t no one that can tell me sh-t, i do it how i please
that’s how i dream, then i wake up do drugs and count my cheese
i’m shower clean, flow cold as a rocky mountain breeze
i need my sh-t right now indeed, why the f-ck is you houndin’ me

hook (ty velli)

verse 2 (ty velli)

all these drugs got me seein’ double
i’m on 4 heavy hitter pills that’s royal rumble
2 in my left 2 in my right man i’ma have to juggle
but, best believe you can count on me man i won’t fumble
i turn that p-ssy to a puddle, but i won’t cuddle makin’ plays, you get smacked if you talk in my huddle
b-tch i’m high as f-ck, gotta look at me through hubble
but i’m still humble, even though i make hits like shy tuttle
(yeah! brick by brick)
this white boy rap, no john cena
if she want d— then i feed her
straight out the park derek jeter
if she sip lean by the liter
and suck that d-ck then i’ll keep her
but she gotta get that quick cheese, warm up that velveeta
i’m speedballin’ i’m geekin’ while i’m sleepin’ nodding out with my eyes wide open, it’s like i’m cheatin’
them haters tryna to scheme up on me but i got that defense
i got that money they wanna receive it b-tch i’m revis

hook (ty velli)

verse 3 (prada g)

i’m up, i’m down, she’s up, she’s down
movin’ 8 b-lls, this ain’t even my town
k-town heard the sound, did some drugs and did some things
she said prada don’t push, so i put it in her spleen
my boy just handed me a dab
then my other boy p-ssed me the s-ss
oh you out my cl-ss? b-tch you know i got the stash
and the cash, f-ck her then i p-ss eyes looking like gl-ss
who you think i am? who you think i am? this the clan
we speedballin’ sh-t prada with the wrist, we flippin’ pans
popped an addy smokin’ san fran, san fran and i’m speedballin’ playin’ candy land on her p-ssy d-mn
who you know like me? b-tch i remember when you folking tried me
i’m on my level now, you need to see me
i’m a feen all that mean, c0ke-i-een with the lean

hook (ty velli)

- ty velli

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