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Letra : Surfin’ Wit a K
Brrrrr, Ay!
Let me talk
Excuse me for my greatness, it's uzi on our waists
This music that I'm doing got 'em stupid in they faces
Used to walk, through the [??] busting licks to survive
Now I'm f**king up stages with my clique getting high
Smoking Backwoods at the top of the top
Check [??] then I'm hop to the block (Skirrr)
Bust it up with Gutta touch base with H
of grape
Hitting French for some hours I be telling you fools
Blow a choppa, count money, pick up heavy from school (Uh)
I'm running down on everything, if it's bout' a bag (Bag)
But I never sell my soul, woah I get it out the gra** (Gra**)
Get it out the dirt (Dirt), flip it out the mud (Mud)
Bottle turned back (Back), sipping on some [??]
Me and Pete Rock making [??] streets hot
And you never hear us capping bout' the mils we got (Got)
Ah!
I said you never hear us capping bout' the mils we got
Uh, yeah, I said you never hear us capping, nope, nah
Ain't no other team like mine
Getting [??] in the hallway like fiends on lines
Why y'all n***as gon' drain my grind
And my young lords sipping on that lean like wine
Yeah, if we [??], your wife will [??]
They pay me every month, like life insurance
Yeah investing in my future, big [??] with my shooter
You a killer but you only blew your [??] on a computer (F**k outta here)
From [??], Lord Peter bring the beat back (Let's go)
I was moving so much yola, that I needed three jacks (Huh)
Del Gato just dropped (Dropped), yellow bottles get popped (Popped)
Plus my family still involved in selling lotta' big rocks (Rocks)
N***a this my life story, ain't nobody fight for me (Uh huh)
How you on the corner moving [??], and you like forty (Bum a** n***a)
My merch on display, good shirts on the way
Since they riding all the waves, Brodie I surf with this K (Brrrrr)
Yes, since they riding all my waves, Brodie I surf with this K (Brrr, Brrrr, Brrrr)
Since they riding all my waves, I surf with this K
Let me talk
Excuse me for my greatness, it's uzi on our waists
This music that I'm doing got 'em stupid in they faces
Used to walk, through the [??] busting licks to survive
Now I'm f**king up stages with my clique getting high
Smoking Backwoods at the top of the top
Check [??] then I'm hop to the block (Skirrr)
Bust it up with Gutta touch base with H
of grape
Hitting French for some hours I be telling you fools
Blow a choppa, count money, pick up heavy from school (Uh)
I'm running down on everything, if it's bout' a bag (Bag)
But I never sell my soul, woah I get it out the gra** (Gra**)
Get it out the dirt (Dirt), flip it out the mud (Mud)
Bottle turned back (Back), sipping on some [??]
Me and Pete Rock making [??] streets hot
And you never hear us capping bout' the mils we got (Got)
Ah!
I said you never hear us capping bout' the mils we got
Uh, yeah, I said you never hear us capping, nope, nah
Ain't no other team like mine
Getting [??] in the hallway like fiends on lines
Why y'all n***as gon' drain my grind
And my young lords sipping on that lean like wine
Yeah, if we [??], your wife will [??]
They pay me every month, like life insurance
Yeah investing in my future, big [??] with my shooter
You a killer but you only blew your [??] on a computer (F**k outta here)
From [??], Lord Peter bring the beat back (Let's go)
I was moving so much yola, that I needed three jacks (Huh)
Del Gato just dropped (Dropped), yellow bottles get popped (Popped)
Plus my family still involved in selling lotta' big rocks (Rocks)
N***a this my life story, ain't nobody fight for me (Uh huh)
How you on the corner moving [??], and you like forty (Bum a** n***a)
My merch on display, good shirts on the way
Since they riding all the waves, Brodie I surf with this K (Brrrrr)
Yes, since they riding all my waves, Brodie I surf with this K (Brrr, Brrrr, Brrrr)
Since they riding all my waves, I surf with this K
