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HOLYGUACAMOLE!

 

HOLYGUACAMOLE!

(álbum: Happy Cult - 2020)


Bitch! (Astro on the beat)
Aye I'm fucking on your baby mama ho' 2020 we in this bitch with that motherfucking
Brrt!
Uh!
Woo! Aye!
A-A-Astro got it running

Uh, pulled out that chopper, I hit with that blicky
These bitches be talking, they know I'm legit
Can't save that bitch, I'mma give me them chips
I'mma stack up this cash to the sun
I might just hit with that blade
My lil' bro riding shotgun, he keep him a gun
Fresh outta my city, they hear that I'm talking
The opps they all pussy, they see me and run

Won't mix the lean with no Sprite
I don't love on that thot, she just good for one night
Uh, I want a Bentley, that Mulsanne
But pulled up in Tesla, did that just for fun
.45ers on me, no swear
I pulled up with horses in front like a sleigh
You say you fucked with that bitch
Well, I fucked on that bitch, kicked her out, she a bum
Fuck a feature, boy, they know I'm the shit
I'd rather get money than go text a bitch
Remember was broke, now, my pockets legit
Stop flexing them 20's, we know you ain't rich
Balling, so I don't got no debt
When you really get paper, you don't gotta flex
That clip like a ruler, then take off his neck
Do a feature with me, then lil' bro 'gon get swept

Uh, pulled out that chopper, I hit with that blicky
These bitches be talking, they know I'm legit
Can't save that bitch, I'mma give me them chips
I'mma stack up this cash to the sun
I might just hit with that blade
My lil' bro riding shotgun, he keep him a gun
Fresh outta my city, they hear that I'm talking
The opps they all pussy, they see me and run

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