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letra de whtvr tf - zeeyt

[chorus]
(uniqvile)
dirty my cup
you know that it’s good sh-t rolled in my blunt
yeah this sh-t ain’t ’bout luck (nah, nah)
if i’m getting stuff is because i put in work (buh, buh, buh)
d-mn the b-tch just be dirty (d-mn)
you know i’ve been trippin’ like popping some 30s (zeeyt, you see it b-tch)
now the b-tch feeling flirty, but i don’t even want her
her feelings i’m hurting (she hurt)

[verse]
yeah, system full of wock'(lean)
if i get a millie give half to my block (buh, buh, buh)
yeah, if i shoot better duck
’cause ain’t with that playin’ sh-t n-gga what’s up? (grrr baow, what’s up?)
you play ’bout my money, you gone (you gone)
i guess that’s why they say having it is wrong
but back then ain’t really had much, i’m still climbing the ladder i’m still going up
yeah n-gga yeah, the first payment
that’s the one i gotta give to my momma
these n-ggas don’t believe they hating
until i get millions of bills in my account, yeah (facts)
hop out the whip, yeah so icy, ain’t no rust you’ll never see brown (bling!)
live a movie ain’t no spike lee, yeah that’s all i want for now
but until then i’ma stay up in the block
keep a glock on me ain’t no f-cking cop (buh, buh, buh)
everytime i see ’em “what’s up” to my punk
we gon’ do what we want n-gga f-ck the law (f-ck 12)
still catch ’em off, n-gga catching these rounds (yeah, yeah)
ain’t no tell on my side because that end up bad (yeah, yeah)
n-ggas say they want smoke but i know that’s a lie (yeah, yeah)
people say whatever and thats just for the cam (yeah, gang)
brodie told me to chill
i’m out of earth feel like poppin’ a pill (poppin’ a-, poppin’ a-)
yeah, i’m out of earth yeah like poppin’ a pill (30)
homie told me to chill but ain’t gonna chill
man i’m shooting this sh-t, get a switch and get filled
you get put in a box while your b-tch give me top (grrah)
h-ll nah, gotta be sneaky b-tch don’t make no noise
n-ggas send you to heaven like when i watch reels and i wanna just keep
n-gga just scrolling up
and i know for a fact that the day that i make it and wanna drop sh-t
man that sh-t ain’t gon’ flop (d-mn)
i’m still pouring up while she sit on my lap (she sit on my lap)
these n-ggas act tuff but they funny, i laugh
[chorus]
dirty my cup
you know that it’s good sh-t rolled in my blunt
yeah this sh-t ain’t ’bout luck (nah, nah)
if i’m getting stuff is because i put in work (buh, buh, buh)
d-mn the b-tch just be dirty (d-mn)
you know i’ve been trippin’ like popping some 30s (zeeyt, you see it b-tch)
now the b-tch feeling flirty, but i don’t even want her
her feelings i’m hurting
(uniqvile)

- zeeyt

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