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pasto flocco – mental lyrics

[intro]
surf gang, b+tch
yeah, go (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
n+gga, your shooter gon’ fold, know he don’t got that pole on him
big snow vick in the field like mike vick, i put that bone on you
i hit an opp with a glock like a right stick, i put that chrome on him
n+gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n+gga, your shooter a b+tch with the stick, reggie miller, he choked with it

[verse]
n+ggas tryna do me nasty like i’m not gross with it (surf gang, b+tch)
if a n+gga talk sh+t, get the head from his girl and post that sh+t
this n+gga switchin’ for you, let the xd roast this n+gga
this n+gga lame as a b+tch, i don’t know why that hoe wanna roll with that n+gga
my stick got a red light and green light, you know i’ma go on that n+gga
see a thot b+tch, know she gon’ f+ck on both them n+ggas, why she tryna get over them n+ggas?
why my circle so small like a nipple?
he ain’t cuffin’, he coughed, need a tissue
if i’m drippin’, my b+tch is a drizzle
she petite but that ass got a jiggle
tossin’ bullets like he on a swivel
i’ma pop his lil’ ass like a pimple
let me borrow your ho’ like a rental
b+tch, my shooter r+t+rded, he mental
[chorus]
n+gga, your shooter gon’ fold, know he don’t got that pole on him
big snow vick in the field like mike vick, i put that bone on you
i hit an opp with a glock like a right stick, i put that chrome on him
n+gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n+gga, your shooter a b+tch with the stick, reggie miller, he choked with it

- pasto flocco lyrics

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