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letra de rodents! - 808dash!

[verse 1]
okay, busy bee, i been buzzin’ they hearin me
doctor sayin’ my urine is filthy
i admit it, i did it, im guilty
i know one day that this [?] gon’ k!ll me
till that day, im gon’ smoke like a hippie
[?] like my name micheal bisping
[?] just call me the gypsy
im fitted up in all white like a quincy
okay, no dont do it for real
i done been trapped at the bottom, i know how it feel
you keep on bottle’ problems then one day the problems and trauma gon’ come out and spill
don’t shoot the messenger, just bein’ real
whole lotta problems that come with the pills
dont even know where im goin’ got caught in the motion, we chasin’ the highs and the thrills
[refrain]
but when i crack bottle, i forget my problems
i love ammunition, im in love with semi-autos
she been actin’ distant, she’ll be gone this time tomorrow
pride is hard to swallow, rather down the bottle

[bridge]
okay, she took my hair and did magic voodoo
i’m not your twin or your bro, who is you?
.35 put me in the groove
feel like travis, highest in the room
mike jack, walkin’ on the moon
who’s bad? i dont think its you
ride around with sticks like we the blues
scallywag, [?]

[chorus]
yah, i like to live in the moment
.35 to the head make me talk like a poet
i know is never impotent, i can’t control it, ain’t no way that dont n0body notice
don’t do the dirt if you know you a rodent
switch on your bro for a hoe, then you bogus
[?] my location, i turn to [?]
disappear, reappear, hocus pocus
yeah, achoo, think im allergic to f-ckin’ with you
i got some jordans [?] on my feet, white and blue like the 182s
ball like im jordan when he had the flu
i can’t be guarded, un-f-ck-with-able
easy to notice whenever i walk in the room, boy i’m makin’ [?]
[verse 2]
im like, f-ck it, im already knowin’
dont believe the hype, its all commotion
feel like yachty, i got walkin’ [?]
slime ya shawty out like nickelodeon
captain save-a-hoe your so heroic
bateman, ima cut em open
took the body, dumped it in the ocean
bay harbor butcher, dexter morgan
i just dont give a f-ck
too bad too sad, you done ran outta luck
who want my spot? then you gon’ have to toughen up
at the moment you ain’t tough enough
my pockets as big as the blunt with the double cup
my deposits keep doublin’ up
i get a check and then make it do double dutch, money money, i can’t get enough
[?] boy you copy and paste
this is up, boy you basically traced
same race, i might turn to a ape
see my closet, thats the plate of the bank
808 turn the pred to the prey
murk a n-gga then i use him as bait
bateman, n-gga get out the way
bateman, 808 50k

- 808dash

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