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letra de burnt bricks - 667 kult

[intro: lush one]
the devil tryna breathe down my neck
put his flames out with these vvs
b-tch, 6-6 to the sev (chase moore)
diamonds on my neck, b-tch, we put that on the set
gang, gang

[chorus: bobby butcher]
don’t tell me you love me if you let me go
i talk about god because the devil close
bury me alive holding bricks of gold
and if i ever die, they gon’ think this is a joke
b-tch, i’m ’bout my money ’cause i grew up broke
right now, i’m on something, i won’t say no more
one above the devil, hope god take my soul
if we got to go, i hope that’s where we go

[verse 1: lush one]
with that bullsh-t you can miss me
poison all in my kidney
one above the devil, can’t tempt me
grew up in the section, what’s really good?
moncler coat, the world chilly
these balmains used to be d-ckey’s
these bm’s used to be six speeds
it ain’t on me, it in me
now i’m only buzzing off henny
jugging since elementary
rollie presidential, i pimp freaks
i’m kennedy in the 60’s
bet i got what his b-tch needs
[?] within weeks
off the sh-ts, yeah, i’ve been geeked
rolling ten toes ’til i’m six feet, gang
[verse 2: fredo algebra]
i take a diesel pool of diesel fuel, i’m undefeatable
got stripes like a zebra while i’m speaking to him
the chopper fly like the evening news
b-tch, f-ck your raps, f-ck your bars, no kareem abdul
bury me with gold merit, that’s 24 karat
something that these hoes cherish
get clapped in, this is no eric
so go parish, we can serve ’em all
when the curtain falls, set, speak another language, getting cultural

[chorus: bobby butcher]
don’t tell me you love me if you let me go
i talk about god because the devil close
bury me alive holding bricks of gold
and if i ever die, they gon’ think this is a joke
b-tch, i’m ’bout my money ’cause i grew up broke
right now, i’m on something, i won’t say no more
one above the devil, hope god take my soul
if we got to go, i hope that’s where we go

[verse 3: chase moore]
yeah, i’d rather have a bottle of hen’ over a klonopin
close the door, homie kicked it down ’cause i gotta get in
unconscious with my subconscious, i’m talking to my twin
got a hotel on the highway to h-ll
lock myself in the room i’m in
hallucinogens, losing it
lose to the ‘lusions again (667), yeah
i can feel you peeking through my eyes
i look within and see you in a sense
we push wait, but we ain’t got pounds on a barbell though
i move around like the cartel in sicario
[chorus: bobby butcher]
don’t tell me you love me if you let me go
i talk about god because the devil close
bury me alive holding bricks of gold
and if i ever die, they gon’ think this is a joke
b-tch, i’m ’bout my money ’cause i grew up broke
right now, i’m on something, i won’t say no more
one above the devil, hope god take my soul
if we got to go, i hope that’s where we go

- 667 kult

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