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letra de laundry - a4n

[hk]

we got a lot to talk about on this mothaf-ckin’ record n-gga
(yea)
it’s a lot, man
no hook
f-ck is n-ggas talkin bout, n-gga

[verse 1: hk]

patience thinning
laces pinching ankles, tryna keep my blood from flowing
to the tips and same for the fingers so
when i reach for the heated clothes
the warmth ain’t felt
temple clanging like spin cycle with the belt
dimes(dams) coming with the quarters, adding to my wealth
yeah, n-gga
i can articulate, see
aspired to be in the nba, now i’m rapping, i’m a n-gga’s n-gga, g
tip toeing, pushing b-ttons, extending joints, dex’s dee dee
collecting coins, on my loins, peeping peeks at the double d’s of dee
double d, smart n-gga with a durag
sike nah, but the squad want a n-gga to floss, well who last?
nice nduats
n-ggas poisonous wit the biting, python
code encrypted
our focus and vision loaded with snow dens and kittens, yea
thoughts running through my head while i sit in front of this washer
blood shot eyes wander
life like this cycle, who using starch or fabric softener
now i’m darting, tryna keep it cautious
3 am, next chess move to wash the fodder
spinning the game got n-ggas pressed
weaving the basket for the folded, doggie
play fetch with skeletons in my closet
h-lla dense, but they lay next to the dog pile that i left alone
ain’t nothing to gain from the tide of people who all but invade your home
flashes dazing, machine craving coins for it to go, can’t wait till i get my own
the glass ain’t showing me nothing but how life really go
lease(lis) letting me know, house isn’t always home
yeah

[verse 2: adamu]

the government make all the poverty stricken
put faith in those lottery tickets
camaraderie missing
we gotta be kicking
we gotta be scratching
we gotta be clawing
we gotta be fighting
because if n0body gone do it
responsibilities are growing on top my shoulders
a chip on top of back
accentuated all the pain so now this day will have disdain so whats a stain so if the rain does not subside so wheres the blood
if ain’t on me, if it ain’t on me
please put it on me, please put it on me, please put it on me
wash away my sins, wash away my sins
wash away my sins, wash away my sins
repent for my sins, repent for my sins
repent for my sins, repent for my sins
if i could the enter fold of what a n-gga supposed to be supposedly we supposed to have no creases
even jesus had a couple of those
i’m not perfect but i can acknowledge when i’m right and when i’m wrong
so i’m writing this song
in hopes to perfect my form
my form

- a4n

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