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letra de weapon x - 2nd generation wu

[sample]
that’s my stunt

[verse: sun god]
huh
i’m back at it
know it’s wrong, i was serving this dope to rap addicts
it’s that wu sh-t, cutting them up like mathematics
yeah it’s f-cked up, i tighten em up like back spasm
tie that n-gga to the back of the truck, i might drag him
and despite all of this bullsh-t, fam i ain’t bragging
need to vacate, cause this jk don’t mean i’m laughing
what your n-gga said? “sh-t could get thicker than molasses”
you a b-tch that goes ot, tricking with your action
when they see me, they don’t know me, n-ggas need glasses
then i hit em with the “mhm”, why they breathe passion?
it’s a hook, i feed em all more battle bars than b-magic
we riding, put your seatbelt on cause we be crashing for our life
n-ggas stuck in the moment on some trap sh-t
purple rolls, white bandanas, fade to black
sh-t, they blowing up, just wait, the god show up with the matches
this sh-t gon’ get realer, out in muh-f-ckin’ staten
n-ggas saying i ain’t eating, so sh-t about to happen
n-ggas eating off my plate, i fed them n-ggas mad sh-t
cocaine car keys, money in the mattress
glock .19s and hunnid rounds, you can’t imagine
couple bad b-tches strolling around
cleopatras for that green
that hammer be poking out like a cactus
two things that bang to blow a n-gga backwards
ask them

haha
let’s get it up
whatever
can’t be

[verse 2: sun god]
lemme tell you why i spit this sh-t
i hit the stove till the pyrite turn blue like the 60s crip
cut em out, we gon’ get these chips, i dug em out
and you was on the mile while i pinched these bricks
a street sweeper when i lift these sticks
a drug abuser can’t throw no sh-t at my cup like “who slipped me this?”
yeah imma hide in cloud 9, don’t get me dipped
i get to moving like a bend to the wind, full throttle
imma pop another bottle, n-ggas counting my ends
all this money don’t amount to my fam, you a snitch
and a rat is only looking for cheese, i get you bit
twenty barrels that’ll buckle your knees, hit the strip
you a sour crack n-gga to me, cause you ain’t sh-t
and these dirty’s the only f-cking minerals that you get
get my drift when i step on these seams, these n-ggas dipped
rolling piffs, so get used to the gas because it’s lit
it’s guaranteed i got my foot in yo’ ass, cause you a b-tch
leave a print around your mouth my n-gga, cause you a b-tch
n-ggas call me “sunny don’t be a menace” cause i’m the sh-t
car cables, i’m the only thing jumping in this b-tch
with all this motherf-ckin’ money, money is getting spent
it’s no tricks, why these n-ggas be loving my old sh-t
get a whip, cause your b-tch be bugging, she drove sticks in the mix
cause these n-ggas be stealing my old sh-t
it’s sunny
[outro: sun god]
championship ring music
we up and jumping, man
the l-i to s-i-y, man
new york city, all day
bang em

- 2nd generation wu

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