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letra de oak trees - 45hre

[verse 1: kool kid mix]
ten seconds till lift off
i wanna stack till this tall
i like this rick rock
i’m wild style like lee quinones
like this and this and that and even this
expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach
it’s all love in here baby now sock it to me
i can’t call it all in the streets
like jerry lee swaggert or jerry lee falwell
call the cops oc like we need a ref
you’re the friend of a friend i’m the beginning and end
wipe the frown off shorty we grinnin again
the face of a ghost i disappear in the vapors
lеt loose and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
and i rеspond i was smoking in the trailer
some of us are lovers most of y’all haters
[verse 2: 2fordog]
next day they open the f-cking hot brush
but you don’t seem to love me no more no more
give me a phone call i’ll show you the whole store
but they don’t know a broke horse
but the reward is major so on and so forth
so stop hating on the don you know ya need crack
i go and flow and grow to let you know i’ll damage ya
you don’t know how to stab a hater dead keep a clean hand
when you mad she’s happy when she’s sad she’s glad
nothin’ feels better then the love that you supplin’
you the sh-t you the sh-t
could it be the mind you see guidin’ you to me?
you hear my speak an think i won’t take it do the streets
you convict me of the sin that i’ve been trying to ignore
i love the lord but sometimes it’s like that i love me more
that might have been in love before
i’m sittin’ up in court
[verse 3: 45hre]
that over-goes my blunt invention quite
but i’m just thinkin’ she’d spend the night
and rest your tired body next to mine
there is always somebody left to fight
just tryin’ to find my keys la la la la la..
oh my god i think i’m havin’ a rap attack
you need some high heels and a handbag
ain’t nothing like a new love
yo to all my hungry disciples
it’s like the disciples dissing jesus becoming his rival
let me play with his rifle
trifled disciple arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
yeah i like that guitar man yeah
no doubt predicting far ahead
but if you can’t see my light then maybe i ain’t in it
till i get what i want baby i ain’t leavin’

- 45hre

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