Corrección Letra stamina / health par ‌sewerperson

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N.O.S on the beat, boy

All of my stamina, you ain't my calibre
I'm on the purple, I know what could damage ya
She wear the Louis, she oft' in the nudy
I move like a pro but I act like a amateur
Know she a fan of me, N.O.S on the messenger
I fold my back in, I stress like a referee
I made a call now your crew is afraid of me
I keep my secrets, my knowledge is salary
I make it hourly, burn up my calories
I touch abroad and I'm gone like an athlete
Truest state, state, state
Truest state, state, I feel amazing
I'm over a hundred, I'm out of control
Deuce's been killin' my stomach I'm zoned
I'm drinking Hennessy on the patron
I'm 'bouta bounce like my house ain't my home
Who in the back? I can't see in the dark
Weaving the way and soon it's in park
I need a doctor, I'm deep in the cup, no
I'm always writin' and stuck in the mud
Sleep at the wheel and this sh*t out of luck
Ice in the liquid, I'm shootin' a port
C's on the buckle, I'm keeping it tuck
Lightning in red and I'm driving as f**k
I might drink a little, I know I been sippin' a little bit
Show these cups are rip on my floor
I'm too tall, I'm too-
I need to think a little bit more
Just the memories been hard
There's no waking up, I can't fall asleep
I'm sorry, please, just-

Listen, please, just listen to me (Please, just)
(Please, just listen)
Please, just listen to me

It not what you think it is (Woah)
Usually the opposite (Usually the opposite)
Grey goose, rad things
You just takin' ownership (You just takin' own')
I just bought a 911, drove it out the dealership
I got a street pharmacist, graduate the scholarship
Focus on yourself and f**k the hate, but still you fearin' it (Yeah)
If you tryna feel me, I don't know you, I'm not hearin' it
Let me place your order, stash it like a hoarder
I was smoking overseas, you'd think I was a foreigner (Think I was a foreigner)
Now you pop a C3, I was smoking good weed
Hit me with the "Take these", man, I gotta break these
Sh*t was too strong, I was too gone (Gone)
Hit me with the heat, feel like I'm in Tucson
All these people fake, needa move back to Croatia
Layin' in the Motherland, roll up like a Southern land
I just lay back, blow bags worth a hundred grand
Yeah, potion got me flyin' through the ceiling fan
Let me get loose, foot loose like a country fan
Let me go again
Let me run it back
Let me blow a bag
Countin' hundred bands
And I'm lovin' it

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