afta hill - 458 lyrics
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[intro]
(safa)
(mmm yeah yeah)
[verse]
shorty wanna smoke til we pass out
out of spite in the club with her ass out
we don’t want another in line
groupies gonna swipe, cards never declined no
i plotted on the 458, stampede on the plate
home run when we play
and you could hit a grand slam shorty
eat ya kitty, wash it down with some coffee
smoke blunts, never catch us coughing
and kept stacking all these ms to the coffin
rid em and f+ck it i’mma get the finish
and i don’t even have to spit this sh+t, no writtens, oh
in the mother f+cking domе
i’mma go straight off the mother f+cker likе you know and i
slide in like i’m coming through to home
and you can’t stop us, bad faith in the zone
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