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Skrilla
Skrilla
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1900Rugrat
1900Rugrat
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Miles Spiel
Miles Spiel
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Huh, uh-huh, huh, huh, huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Finger-fuck the Drac' and let it scream just like a virgin Walk him down, watch his eye roll back, body squirmin' Boy ain't tryna bring his phone this time, I think he learnin' (pshh, buh, buh, buh) Huh, huh, I ain't gotta say too much, I know bro can merch it, huh (I know bro can merch it) I ain't even gotta do it, I know bro'll murk 'em, huh (I know bro'll murk 'em) Bust the .40 through the bag, got my hand burnin', huh (buh, buh) Twonem, where the scrub? Bih, my head hurtin' Yeah, huh, the opps ain't tryna feel that belt, they hand over they booty (uh-uh) The opps ain't tryna feel that belt like they got extra pants I'm smokin' on that K pack, this bitch extra gas Huh, whole gang eatin' good, we gettin' extra fat Stab lil' mama bad, I'm tryna get deep up in her spine (deep up in her, uh-uh) I done took another Perc' 'cause I'm too deep up in my mind (I'm too deep up in my mind) Dropped a 20 ball, now I'm steady cheesin' all the time (cheesin' all the time) Dropped a 20 ball for the shit that's gleemin' in my mouth (gleemin' in my mouth) Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Hrr" Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' 'bout some VVSin' on the body, it's a temp' tag on the Maybach Four of Wocky in my Faygo, sippin' green, bitch, why you say that? Balenciaga Belair bag, I got the glick inside the ski jacket I might pull up fresh as Ajax, I might pull up in a T. rex and say Auntie hit the dope and she start screamin' like We just nailed a nigga to the pavement, he like Put on all designer, it got me feelin' like Too trim, 41 boys, I got VVS inside my 'frigerator 50 rounds inside the micro Drac', shit look like it's a lady Ain't no stranger on these drills, I'm hoppin' out and causin' danger Nailed a nigga to the pavement, nigga, that's the caution payments Switchy hit him, all you heard was, "Hrr" (ah) Huh, he tried to run, leg shot, he say (ah) Auntie hit that dope, now she talkin' 'bout some Unc' see me ridin' past, hollerin' 'bout some
Writer(s): Miles Spiel, Boris Bergman, Francois Pierre Camille Bernheim, Jean-pierre Lang, Chris Marek, Jemile Edwards, Landon Farag, Henry Persky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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