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letra de tooheys new - vinsins

[chorus]
you’ve got one ball like 360
while we’ve got kegs like tooheys new
so much raw, on the hotel floor
to move that sh-t, i’ve got to use a broom
pseudo fumes filling up this room
free junior and cuba too
asian food, in the coup
not talking about no noodle soup

[verse 1: vinsins]
i don’t mix my rack with bicarb
cause my rack fat like rinehart
i don’t move slow like dial up
but i still got okra like tyler
bars over your head like birdman
because you’re not active like virgin
but i got ps on my learners, earning
in too deep but not surfing
gally on me, jokes
[?] say gally
smash gang this pump earns [?] bally
my trackies a tech fit, they’re not baggy
it’s hot like abu dhabi
they’re ratting like sammy
bag in the back of a taxi
that i haven’t seen if they catch me
we don’t hang with dogs, we’re not sh-ggy
sipping a mango lassi and smoking cali
you was scoring points like jordan
and i’m not talking about ballin’
but you are ticked up because you couldn’t afford them
only cut up in the morning
appalling, you’re on ice like organs
i’m in too deep for snorklin’
d’s on my door like mormons, i’m yawning
used to urch cars for gps
now i’m getting keys for less
all this talk is meaningless
tired of g ups so i need a rest
police telling me it’s an rb [?]
passengers getting their ids checked
burning when they didn’t find this keg
little did they know it’s in the car ahead

[chorus]

[verse 2: stue]
in too deep, i know they sleep
of course my ops wanna pop up
shots tba, no gta
but ya know ya boy that made rockstars
know the boy has done pot farms
don’t pull out the rambo
dogs like mambo
they can get slashed with the box cut
fade ’em down from the top up
i was stuck in the trap eating tuna
had to roll through your house for your puma
you can get shanked in a park no luna
pray for the pack because it couldn’t come sooner
advance no gameboy
there are no ls but an l+r when i destroy
i don’t dance in the club but i break that dance when i chef that bboy
got 3 years in my pocket
got 2 o’s in my palm
i got 2 kegs in a rex
and that’s your yearly wage but i’m calm
you got one ball like 360, i’ve got 36 and one ball
i could let it off in a jiffy, i could end this now with one call
[chorus]

- vinsins

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