933 (part. suei)

933 (feat. Suei)

I swear you're not bothering
I'm cutting more halves
It feels good and you know it
Don't let me go please you don't know

(Wow) the city is very dangerous
(Wow) they say they want to kill me
But they won't find me

I haven't even taken off your ring
I'm sorry I get fragile
I have something pink here
Luckily you hadn't talked to me
I'm high
I want to turn around and have you by my side
Be careful it can kill me
Don't let me have another one

Being honest if I'm capable if you're not here
Everything changes if you leave
Everything is boring if you're not here
Your kisses give me tranquility
I bought a forty that goes (ploh! ploh!)
I keep it far away due to instability
You stay with me at home (bae)
Whenever you want you can move in

(Eh, drugs' eh dro- eh, nasty shit)
SOTO!
Yeah, Plu plu!

Leave me alone!
I want it all for me
Why are you looking over here?
We're going to hit you twice and bye, Chocon! You're a chocon!
You're not going to smoke chocon (eh)
I'm sick from drugs (eh) this bag hits too hard

Yeah ah

That bag already has like 5g
Too many days without eating
They don't want me, they just want to fuck
She says she likes me (yeah)
But it's clear she wants the (yeah)
My drug that she has, she takes the Ca (LLE)
Being a millionaire could be done (woah)
Fuck the police, I spent 5k on all this drug (money)
I'm cheating and the chicks want to kiss the dove
In a note I'm in another dimension, but always controlling the whole area of my life
It's a dream, I take a clona, I take it down with codeine and Arizona

I'm a snail
I'm too far back
All day like that, slow as hell
I don't hear anything, I look ugly
We're empty
It's hitting too hard, I think I'm going to die soon
Everything you say sounds silly
I'm sweating but I still want another one
(Uh, wait, uh)
I think I'm going to take another half
I think I'm going to take another half

(Trap!)

I drive her crazy! They're copying too much in the street
But they didn't even get halfway
They sound like the economic version
That's what I think when I'm in a note
And if I weren't, I'd think about it much more
Because I become more problematic
When I bring out the lyrics from the attic
They all end up like parasites
I better take out 2
And relax
Because if I talk too much I confuse them
Recording the chants all 'curdo'
You guys sound good and healthy, sound balurdo
I have a reputation that if I start mopping I'll sink your chants
In the trap I see them from above the clouds they call me the Humboldt