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lirik lagu always strapped – feltz artist

(feltz – intro)

i’m always strapped always got the soot
muddaf-cker getting high in the coupe
smelling like the hoop
i’m telling you the truth
this is how we do
smoking joints the size of snooker cues

(feltz – talking)

huuuh
you know were smoking all day
ok
swed
swir

(feltz – verse 1)

big joint like my middle finger
we let the weed smoke behind us linger
were from the green town like were the grincher
that blue cheese is a stinker

ok man i’m getting faded
the dj’s got me on there playlist
i’m waiting for the day i make it
p-ssy money weed sorry i had to say it

cos that there i crave it
man i’m on my brave sh-t
had a beard till i shaved it
man i’m smoking on the great sh-t

getting f-cking lean
see me with my team
getting in that cream
dont f-ck with my dreams

maybach by the time i’m thirty
i gotta keep it dirty
haters want to hurt me
voodoo yeah they want to curse me

03 they called me murky
then i switched it up to feltz
but the b-tches call me f3ltzyy
now i’m sending you to h-ll

so you better not push my bell
cos ill get done for battery: duracell
dressed in red like royal mail
you’ve been framed, your just a fail

if your a rat, ill cut of your tail
i always ball, gareth bale
with a hot girl, getting foul
she’s a ten, on my scale (wow)

my flows going in
i’m sorry god if i sin
get me shots you might get drinked
that hot redbone p-ssy pink

see my d-ck its going in
after that there ping ping ping
go get a trim trim trim
leave her with a grin grin grin

smoking on a fat head
sitting up man my back dead
tryna get that rep creed
why i’m cutting down 36 zeds

cos im all about the dolla
gotta get them pounds, with the comma’s
with a white b-tch, i called her gonna
she took that dizz, she was a goner

i’m smoking weed and its a pong’ah
see me in the sky like a shooting star
charging up on a bar
cos i gotta make it far

cos ima live my vision
dont f-ck about with my mission
if you hate then you still listen
i get them packages like its christmas

then we flood the block
time is money, reset the clock
always got food, the lines never off
you want the bits, a q or a box?

my runners bussing them shots
all of us in swir tops
now i bet the feds want to stop
me to find the crop

i don’t talk they just get air
no comment, i don’t care
in a tight circle getting rid of squares
and i can be your nightmare

so if i was you just staying
or were have your fame praying
you know that were caking
in the trap lab dawg were baking (ahhhh)

[finished]

- feltz artist

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