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GOSTAR Plugg
GOSTAR Plugg
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Playuncle Farti
Playuncle Farti
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
GOSTAR Plugg
GOSTAR Plugg
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
GOSTAR Plugg
GOSTAR Plugg
Producción
Khyzix
Khyzix
Producción
Oliji
Oliji
Producción

Letra

(Uhm, we're a study group)
(I'm sick, uhm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay), yeah, yeah (Okay), yeah (Okay) (What?)
I'm shakin' my hair (Okay)
Everything that I want come in pairs
If I ever liked two
Finna drop a two-tone, wait for the snare (Yeah, what? What?)
Hopscotch here
Pullin' up in drop tops, sit at evil lair
Murder got the block hot, but I don't care
Even the opps know that it ain't fair
I got chops and pops for the pairs
Lookin' at the clock, man, I heard it in the chair
Fillin' up my cup, molly safe for the stair (Stair, star)
Molly safe for the stair
Rollin' up a spliff (Man, I'll keep it right there)
Everything that I want come in pairs
If I ever liked two
Finna drop a two-tone, wait for the snare (Yeah, what? Two?)
Hopscotch here
Pullin' up in drop tops, sit at evil lair
Murder got the block hot, but I don't care
Even the opps know that it ain't fair
I got chops and pops for the pairs
Lookin' at the clock, man, I heard it in the chair
Fillin' up my cup, molly safe for the stair
Molly safe for the stair, safe for the stair
Rollin' up a spliff, safe for the stair
We ain't in a chair, make a hundred in a jet
Hopscotch bad, bitch, we ain't in the bed (We always off on 'em pills)
Hundred on the jet (Hundred fuckin' shots before I get)
Oh, oh, real-ass ****, yeah, I get it, then I share
When I ran up on a opp, left a **** right there
I'm on one at night, baby, I'ma post up right there (Right there)
****, I'm a real beast, ****, I don't even care (I don't even care)
I'ma walk a **** down 'til a **** share a pair (Share a pair)
I got three poles with me, got the pole with a snare (With a snare)
BBW mami, and she shaped like a pear (Like a pear)
I'm a real Witchgang ****, I don't care (I don't care)
Do not bring them up, what they on? I'm not aware
Fle-flex my riches, yeah, 'cause life ain't fair (Life ain't fair)
Before we cross the border, toss the blicky in the stash (In the stash bro)
I don't want no conversations with them **** 'cause they capped out (They capped out)
**** played with me, then I blacked out (Blacked out)
Ain't no tags on the ho, you gotta cash out (Cash out)
Bitch ran into me, then she passed out (She passed out)
If your bitch let me hit, she might tap out (Ooh)
Tell 'em I don't talk to them 'bout how the bag lookin' (Lookin)
I ain't talk to the shawty 'cause she bad lookin' (Lookin)
Call my brodie up, like how the trap lookin? (Lookin)
I don't fuck with the cops 'cause they ass crooked (They ass crooked)
Hold up, I ain't tryna live, no, we ain't cookin, uh (We ain't cookin)
I get on the stage and I start cookin' (Cookin)
Throw a dub in the club and the hoes lookin' (Hoes lookin)
Hell no, this ain't no trade, bitch, your pole tooken
Call my **** Backend 'cause he brought the goods in
Flash a **** with the pole and his ass shookin
Yeah, **** caught up, then I overtook him
Yeah, I think this **** mad 'cause I overlooked him
Baby, sorry if I forgot, yeah, I'm overbooked it, uh
Shop at MadBudz, I don't shop at cookies
Pu-put on for my brother, they miss understood him
Bad bitch, fat butt, cushion for the pushin
(You jackin' this?)
Written by: GOSTAR Plugg
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