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letra de coattail - wafflejax

[intro: spongebob & squidward]
what can i get you, stranger?
give me a shot, of milk
milk?
two percent
think you can handle it?
i drink this stuff every day
over the lips and through the gums, look out tapeworm, here it comes!
get ready tapey, dahaha
wah!
i love you sadtrojan
[hook: sadtrojan]
yeah, i got my crew to the side of me
no it don’t matter ’bout what you providin’ me
i just need someone to ride for me, die for me, cry for me
don’t you be tellin’ them lies to me
i got the bl!cky, the bl!cky ain’t fightin’ me
my flow got flavor, okay, so thеy biting me
don’t want your party, best not be invitin’ mе
jump in that b-tch, yeah, that sh-t could get frightening
might cop a patek, the whip automatic
that girl my fanatic, but d-mn, she dramatic
new chopper, new chopper, put that in the attic
b-tch, i’m not a plug but i’m still with the static, okay
that b-tch she callin’ me bapi, okay
she wanna kick it like baki, okay
and she offer me sloppy, i told her okay
yeah, this chopper want smoke, i blow os with my k

[verse 1: sadtrojan & sad colgate]
she call my phone, told her, “hold on”
passin’ that b-tch to my friends, told ’em, “go long”
i’m an angel child, no, i can’t go wrong
i’ma hit it once and tell that girl, “so long”, wait
i got two clips and they both long
hop on the track then i kick you off yo’ song
i’m tryna stack all my bread ’til my dough long
i ain’t droppin’ sh-t the way they been prolonged
you p-ssy n-ggas, you ain’t talk sh-t
i’m let it rip with the motherf-ckin’ toxin
i be talkin’, like, why the f-ck you dodgin’?
i got hoes, so i motherf-ckin’ lied, yeah
i got hoes, psych, just go on bang bros
f-ckin’ that hoe and i make her crescendo
aimin’ that toolie, i aim it like rambo
shoot at you fully and leaving these tangos
lookin’ like [?] mango, now
i shoot at yo’ body, we look at the party
that drink looking wocky, just copped a new copy
we f-ckin’ it sloppy, she call me her papi
we look in the lair, b-tch, you is nefarious
blowin’ that purple, i nickname it jelly
hotbox in the ‘telly, i f-ck on a fairy
my chain getting heavy, my neck getting sweaty (he’s heating up!)
i f-ck with that bih’ then i’m dippin’ like terry
i f-ck in a bentley, i’m climbin’ the cherry
shawty so fat and i’m naming her carrie
p-ssy so fat and it dripping like gary
pullin’ out sword and i hit her with parry
phineas and ferb and now where we get perry?
yeah, uh, woah
[bridge: sad colgate, sadtrojan & wafflejax]
p-, hahaha, you puh
man, i swear to god, you f-ckin’ puh
i-, i’m ’bout to get on you, puh (you lil’ puh)
you stupid little puh (yeah, you puh)
you f-ckin’ puh, hahaha (yeah)
i love you sadtrojan (’bout to get it)
wafflejax

[verse 2: wafflejax]
yeah, yeah, yeah, i block
i block like steve, buildin’ my own world
catch up, time tickin’ on the clock
i rock, i punk, i ride, i roll
i don’t even really think no mo’
’til my problems on my door
social media k!llin’ my brain cells
might as well sniff up on a marker
always been a product of my own environment
i was 9 or 10 bumpin’ dwayne carter
anteater, arthur, yellow colored polos
pbs kids made me go and cop ’em
went through h-lla phases, went through h-lla friends
they ain’t stick around, had to pindrop ’em
as you see, i don’t be in the mix, in my own trail
while i slide on your hoe in a hotel
she gon’ guide me with silence, above her horizon
i’m catchin’ her hints like i’m odell
lil’ shorty a prize, n0bel, but i’m letting her go, oh well
skrtin’ off in my tesla, x that hoe out then you see that the paint peach coattail
[hook: sadtrojan]
yeah, i got my crew to the side of me
no it don’t matter ’bout what you providin’ me
i just need someone to ride for me, die for me, cry for me
don’t you be tellin’ them lies to me
i got the bl!cky, the bl!cky ain’t fightin’ me
my flow got flavor, okay, so they biting me
don’t want your party, best not be invitin’ me
jump in that b-tch, yeah, that sh-t could get frightening
might cop a patek, the whip automatic
that girl my fanatic, but d-mn, she dramatic
new chopper, new chopper, put that in the attic
b-tch, i’m not a plug but i’m still with the static, okay
that b-tch she callin’ me bapi, okay
she wanna kick it like baki, okay
and she offer me sloppy, i told her okay
yeah, this chopper want smoke, i blow os with my k

[outro]
got your boy jazy on the beat

- wafflejax

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