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letra de detroit187 lyrics (feat. chip$) - danny brown

[feat. chips]
[verse 1: danny brown]
the way these b-tches on my c-ck
you’d swear was 1985 and teen wolf just dropped
and my name was michael j fox
but my name is danny brown i got some weed in my sock
so get high with ya n-gg-
sack i got looking some dead caterpillars
but it smell like a skunk thats defensive
these b-tches suck my d-ck like its a moral incentive
off the chain like broke nunchucks
where little n-gg-s come thru and shoot u over new chucks
a little dark like wet nubuck
decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
murder all the time all we see
detroit 187 on you n-gg-s tv
i can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
kill a underground emcee and famous female pop artist
and ohh baby i like it raw
d-ck so big stretch marks on her jaw
i’m so inst-tutionalized
i wake up 6 am because i think its chow time
i’m a borderline porcupine
a step from drinking turpentine
just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
i got a mind in the cosmos
and if these n-gg-s cold then i guess i’m osmosis
that be blowing on some potent
that them white boys be growing
while you n-gg-s smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
my concoctions could make world ending potions
these other rap n-gg-s got lines i got encroachments
i got endors-m-nts so m-th-f-cka a cosign
punch punchlines i’ll punch rappers til your broke spine
remember back in 09
i told em it was showtime
now they pull they cam phones out when i go for mine
lights camera action
hybrid be snapping
cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
smear up the cl-ssifieds know it sound trife
but to be honest a metaphor my life
[verse 2: chip$]
buzzin off the bar b-tch you with’s an amphetamine
taste it with a 40 oz of ever clean
i swear i never ever smoke the better green
yo b-tch said i’m the swaggiest n-gg- she ever seen
run up in yo crib, two k’s, one mag
yo girl get sn-tched like cool j in i’m bad
cost to live, you ain’t made enough
guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
european garments drape my body if i ain’t hipstered up
if she smile with eye contact then the b-tch will f-ck
homie gone make me send them killers after him
them n-gg-s swing swords like word fence champions
you was poppin’ pills and drinking liquor
now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
i leave you stankin’ n-gg-
laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
but i can keep the shots in the weapon
put the bat to back of your leg
grab your chin and the back of your head
and twist them sh-ts in opposite directions

- danny brown

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