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mental - pasto flocco lyrics

[intro]
surf gang, b*tch
yeah, go (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
n*gga, your shooter gon’ fold, know he don’t got that pole on him
big snow vick in the field like mike vick, i put that bone on you
i hit an opp with a glock like a right stick, i put that chrome on him
n*gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n*gga, your shooter a b*tch with the stick, reggie miller, he choked with it

[verse]
n*ggas tryna do me nasty like i’m not gross with it (surf gang, b*tch)
if a n*gga talk sh*t, get the head from his girl and post that sh*t
this n*gga switchin’ for you, let the xd roast this n*gga
this n*gga lame as a b*tch, i don’t know why that hoe wanna roll with that n*gga
my stick got a red light and green light, you know i’ma go on that n*gga
see a thot b*tch, know she gon’ f*ck on both them n*ggas, why she tryna get over them n*ggas?
why my circle so small like a nipple?
he ain’t cuffin’, he coughed, need a tissue
if i’m drippin’, my b*tch is a drizzle
she petite but that ass got a jiggle
tossin’ bullets like he on a swivel
i’ma pop his lil’ ass like a pimple
let me borrow your ho’ like a rental
b*tch, my shooter r*t*rded, he mental
[chorus]
n*gga, your shooter gon’ fold, know he don’t got that pole on him
big snow vick in the field like mike vick, i put that bone on you
i hit an opp with a glock like a right stick, i put that chrome on him
n*gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n*gga, your shooter a b*tch with the stick, reggie miller, he choked with it

- pasto flocco lyrics

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