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letra de cannot be tamed - 44ron

[verse 1: 44ron]
i got way too much momentum in my wake to stop movin’
learned the language of the thoughts in my brain and i got fluent
don’t play me, i’m not stupid, like paper to rock you get
outrapped and suffocated, you’re basically posthumous
the ideas that i harbor you motherf-ckers get caught up
and sunk up under the water just from thinkin a single thought up
you spittin’? go zip your jaw shut, con artist like mr. porter
y’all got your forks in the wall stuck so i guess that you missed the port, huh?
you better go call a doctor and ask what he got for karma
no antibiotics, nada, you basically lost product, start plannin’
your own departure, the wait won’t be too much longer
now the day is gettin darker, demise could be round the corner
i’m the oncoming storm, you feel the weather getting calmer
try and confront the swarm, end up like victims of dahmer
i got a stomach for war, suit up with lyrics as armor
grip my pen like a sword, we gettin’ ready to charge, cause—
[chorus]
the gods of game, we came to make you suffer, b-tch
and we not the same, you crazy think you f-ckin’ with us
we hot so maybe take a couple oven mitts
we cannot be tamed, i say you get to runnin’, then

[verse 2: embis]
coming at everybody, buryin’ every body
try to name something as f-ckin’ scary is every thought he
writes, grandpas name is clyde, i dared him to merry bonnie
mister pretty boy, its not fair you can stare at hotties
that’s fine piece of ass, c’mon, sharing is caring, shaughty
amber heard she could win the case, now just look, where is johnny?
i promise we not the same so comparing is very naughty
never understood your name ’cause j isn’t very brawny
the way i bust f-cks up your brain, ’cause i’m insane
as eraser dust covers your page ’cause you a lame
try to lay your stuff, another missed take, now you ashamed
’cause may just suck, another mistake, ain’t for the game
now you may erupt, i smother the flame, ’cause it will change
when you sayin’ nothing no would say, you ride the wave
but the wave is never going to stay, so you just wait
b-tch, you make bread, i’ll soak in the shame, promise you ain’t

[chorus]
the gods of game, we came to make you suffer, b-tch
and we not the same, you crazy think you f-ckin’ with us
we hot so maybe take a couple oven mitts
we cannot be tamed, i say you get to runnin’, then

- 44ron

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