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letra de kid cudi (remix) - xavier wulf

[verse 1: xavier wulf]
okay i pull up high as f-ck, right up front to where the venue was
every time i look at her she feel like i’m the only one
only thing i care about is living life the best i could
only wanna smoke and stay productive ’til the day is done
pull up to my day ones, kickin’ sh-t like deawon
then i played her favorite song, she think we can get along
i ain’t got no beef with bongs
but i rather roll the strong
she ain’t tryna prolong, she get to the provolone
pull up to my block quick, pop out then i dip
at first i told her no but now i think i’ll have a sip
ever since i got my money right i’m smilin’ like the grinch
and i don’t give a f-ck about no sucka n-gg- sh-t
i’ma pull up screamin’, i don’t give no f-ck and that is it
i show up, do a 540, shake and bake and rip
chicken bone nowison shorty in my whip
it’s hollow squad the coffin fleet i bet they won’t forget, you b-tch

[verse 2: playboi carti]
they tryna be cray (mm, yeah)
they tryna be cray (mm, yeah)
she wanna meet carti (carti)
that b-tch is a barbie (yeah)
i’ma f-ck these hoes (ooh)
i’m on 730
got a brand new pack like kid cudi (brand new)
i smoke dope like kid cudi
push up and get the slugs from me (slime slime)
i’m with all the sh-ts (slime slime)
we pull up with sh-t (yeah)
we pull up with, uh (yeah)
we pull up with sticks, hol’up
we pull out the van, hol’up
we pull out the sh-t, ayy
i pull out the .9, hol’up
i pull out and blitz, hol’up
i pull out the fire, hol’up
i pull out wit’ six
i’m smokin’ out the pound
the b-tch can suck my d-ck, yeah
the b-tch gonna ride the d-ck, yeah
the b-tch get thrown in the pit

[verse 3: young nudy]
runnin’ from the cops (cops)
gotta keep my glock (gotta keep my glock)
when i see them cops (cops)
you know i have my glock (know i have my glock)
middle finger, f-ck 12 (yeah), always on my block (always on my block)
middle finger to the opp, we gon’ pop at opps (we gon pop at opps)
pop a body, drop him (drop him)
cop a body, deuces (deuces)
they be talkin’ ’bout it (huh?)
but don’t know who be doin’ it (don’t know who be doin’ it)
these n-gg-s be talkin’ (talkin’), they lemon squeeze (lemon squeeze)
xd (xd), ooh, lemon squeeze (brr, brr, brr), yeah

- xavier wulf

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