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mts sky high, da orange & lil pussy juicer - talkin crazy lyrics

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[intro: mts sky high]
depo made this b+tch
(body on the floor leave him cold he was on some coke)
(crazy b+tch wanna get smoked like we ain’t no joke)
(17 on my hip (yuh) kick down your f+cking door)

[verse 1: mts sky high]
posted in the trap house you know what we’re doing man
mixing these potions you know what we’re brewing man
someone walked in i had to hit her with a pan
sold a couple bricks but lowkey that sh+t a scam
back with some music you know this gon be a hit
haters getting mad cuz still i didn’t f+cking quit
bro got laced with shrooms i doubt it was a good trip
make his money disappear that sh+t was a magic trick
ran for ten minutes bro the feds they wеre on my ass
hid in an alley way then i saw thе cops pass
dope in the f+cking trap they never found the stash
then i go back home now i gotta worry bout my class

[verse 2: da orange & lil p+ssy juicer]
yeah i put her in reverse
glock 18 burst (grrrah)
glow up with my homies they told me put them in a verse
f+ck around in your block we be like biggie yeah
pants down low all my chains be gold
your girl’s belly has a curve (curve) but it ain’t our fault
we be runnin no walk f+ck you doing in our block (the f+ck)
shoot a hollow out the glock to all my ops
we the apollo 11, strapped with full loaded weapon
hide a body in garden
shout out to my homies yeah (aye)
we’re the top 1 team in the league we gon k!ll the game
nah we ain’t choosing we taking both, money and fame
y’all fake, get trade, you know, cuz all we do is
win, win, win, win, win, win
cuz all we do is
win, win, win, win, win, win (lil p+ssy juicer)
cuz all we do is win
[verse 3: lil p+ssy juicer]
i’m boutta hit the blunt till my eyes turning red
can’t talk to nun my ops cause all them n+ggas dead
walking round with a full clip with one in the head
i got two bad b+tches waiting in my bed
i be smoking weed all up in my n+ggas shed
10 rounds to his skull b+tch i’m knocking off dreads
i go r+t+rd in the booth
n+ggas thinking i’m sped p+ssy juicer can’t snitch
i could never go fed
i go brazy for the gang
b+tch i’m all about my bread every time i take a fl!ck
i hit the money spread don’t got time for these hoes
i left the b+tch on read i be poking n+ggas up
like a needle and a thread
these n+ggas really p+ssy when they saw me they fled
you ain’t got a cart b+tch i’ll hit the bong instead
i know this n+gga cameron
i think he imbread i was lying up in court
not guilty what i plead

[outro: lil p+ssy juicer]
lil p+ssy juicer



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