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letra de splashin freestyle - young abdulleh

[verse 1]
i’ve been waiting for a long time to talk some real sh-t
grow up, buy a car, get a job, have like 3 kids
yeah, i was born and raised in millbrae
all these rappers talk about is having f-ckin’ three ways
i don’t give a f-ck about it these days
all i do is mobbin’ on the freeway
twerkin’ on the yacht, fat -ss, call it seagate
sneak dissers coming back expecting me to be phased
lean back in my phantom like i’m d wade
40 feeling nice cause i’m sipping dirty sprite
767 double bedroom, sh-t is nice
do a line of c0ke, man i feel like uncle mike
got these crazy b-tches actin’ up on ascot drive
if you try to f-ck with me, got shooters up on sight
i don’t want relations, only want it for one night
diamonds on my neck, man, my life got no regrets
balenciaga triple s, i’m runnin’ up the set
when i shoot my shot, that sh-t wetty like i’m sheck
busdown rollie got baguettes
always poppin’ bottles, man, the party never ends
flying private jets, man, i mothaf-ckin’ flex
runnin’ up these racks, ya im young abdulleh

[verse 2]
spray and i pray like elpresador
speeding down 280 in aventador
i just dropped a hunnid racks on michael kors
cutting people off cause this sh-t getting close
open bar just opened up ’til 5 o’clock
poppin’ off in clubs, they do the milly rock
i just topped the charts, i make your body shock
f-ckin’ up these n-ggas with karate chop
skrt my lambo, primrose road, the coffee shop
know i’m never f-ckin’ with a basic b-tch
open up the bible, read that sacred sh-t
momma told me never look at naked pics
just focus on yourself and you be making it
-ss in the club and she shakin’ it
responsibilities don’t escape it
i never even took a vacation
stars up on the roof i see orion
hard work and dedication i’m a lion
iced out patek phillipe, bon appét-t
steph curry, quickest release, the best on the team
she takin’ plan b, get in my sheets
got an apartment she bringing the key
audemars skeleton, wrist is on beam
she got a new bag and she got a new -ss
barney’s new york and i’m stacking up cash
saint laurent boots and i’m poppin’ these tags

[verse 3]
my brother’s ex is gettin wet for gerald
yeah she wanna her spread legs for gerald
got a brand new fit at fresh apparel
got a brand new b-tch, i drank a handle
smokin on a roach, i light the candle
strip you down and search you go commando
you ain’t trapping out no bando and there’s places that you can’t go
thick white b-tch dancing on my d-ck
ringer on her phone, drama from the clique
go to san leandro, yea we hitting l!cks
ya, ya, ya, and i’m faded off the lean
e63 amg and i can’t even see
thick white b-tch with 2 c’s, she be playin on my team
triple shots of patron, got my wrist on froze
i don’t want a ring cause i’m gettin all these hoes
squad be going dumb and we goin’ coast to coast
b-tches always play me and the money don’t betray me
b-tches always play me and the money don’t betray me
b-tches always play me and the money don’t betray me

[verse 4]
yeah, this the mothaf-ckin’ remix
yeah, this the mothaf-ckin’ remix
yeah, now i’m talkin’ on some real sh-t
ever since sixth grade these n-ggas hated on me
switchin’ lanes, they change up on me, turning into zombies
chain sw-ngin’ bugatti, where the f-ck my morning coffee?
look like gabe rouhani, man i’m so f-ckin’ c-cky
the bullsh-t i have deal with on a daily basis
whatever happens in vegas stays in vegas
lights and cameras, being famous really the greatest
i also have to pretend there’s nothing wrong cause they don’t wanna see me make it
so many flows and so many hoes
whole life a movie, i’m goin’ so slow
big booty b-tch, she sniffin’ the snow
run through the 6 and all of my woes

[verse 5]
ap or the rollie, i don’t know which one to put on
100,000 on two wrists be lookin’ like some moon rocks
broke n-ggas starting sh-t, be lookin’ like the boondocks
sniffing cocaine out her -ss crack
i be counting m’s like i’m in math cl-ss
throwin curveb-lls you can’t catch that
don’t be callin me a rapper, i’m a mothaf-ckin poet
body count be goin up, we throwin back the moët
switching lanes like tory lanez
b-tch i’m going so insane
i just broke the f-ckin game
i just broke the f-ckin game
and i just broke the f-ckin game
merry christmas mothaf-cka!

- young abdulleh

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