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houdini - slatt كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: pressa]
i’m smokin’ deadmihana, this super gas hit me
and sh_t get weird, hippie
all i see, red, trippy
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
more snakey than mississippi
and we get lit, litty
destroy the whole city
headshot, lil’ buck 50
you know i’m big crodie
trap house, love pimpin’, homie
feds turn the topic on me
houdini and armani

[verse 1: houdini]
oh, how could i lack in the party?
you know the clip full of zombies, uh
and that little b_tch off a molly
i had her bendin’, pilates, oh
[?] cost me
just to go take a lil’ n_gga out
i been flippin’ dope in the morning
i’m never sayin’, “i’m sorry”, no
all of this guap i’m makin’
i gotta buy me a rollie
that n_gga mad, he hatin’
probably ’cause i’m with armani
[?] tim neat, they both got some bodies
we in the lab, we’re playin’ with keys
makin’ that money’s a hobby
oh, we in the field or playin’ with feelings
this sh_t makin’ lil’ n_ggas runnin’
oh, we out of town livin’ with a fiend
makin’ five bands off a hundred
[?] to come f_ck with me
seein’ the life, and she love it, oh
and he ain’t slatt, he ain’t sleez
he ain’t wipin’ nothin’, no
[chorus: pressa]
i’m smokin’ deadmihana, this super gas hit me
and sh_t get weird, hippie
all i see, red, trippy
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
more snakey than mississippi
and we get lit, litty
destroy the whole city
headshot, lil’ buck 50
you know i’m big crodie
trap house, love pimpin’, homie
feds turn the topic on me
houdini and armani

[verse 2: bundog]
destroy the whole city
that titty hold a fifty
i hit him with that twenty_two for my crodie, filthy
this ain’t no deuce_deuce, this is that big glizzy
perk that gg on my lap, we don’t condone the [?]
[?] is hollow
[?]
in the backseat of the honda with my n_gga, lotto
n_gga, we been slatt, n_gga, i’m big wlatt
type to k!ll his own homie after i bring him back
hit [?] off, we’re busy
all i see red, trippy
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sauce when i say, “blood is drippy”
you know press, that’s crodie
get your face [?]
do a drill in momma’s whip if we don’t get that stollie
[chorus: pressa]
i’m smokin’ deadmihana, this super gas hit me
and sh_t get weird, hippie
all i see, red, trippy
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
you know we slatt, silly
more snakey than mississippi
more snakey than mississippi
and we get lit, litty
destroy the whole city
headshot, lil’ buck 50
you know i’m big crodie
trap house, love pimpin’, homie
feds turn the topic on me
houdini and armani

- houdini

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