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letra de detroit187remix - aero gros m

the way these b-tches on my c-ck
you’d swear it was 1985
and teen wolf just dropped
and my name was michael j. fox
but no b-tch it’s danny brown i got some weed up in my sock
so b-tch get high with ya n-gga
the sack i got is looking some green caterpillars
but it smell like a skunk that’s oh so defensive
these b-tches suck my d-ck like it was moral incentive
i’m off the chain like broke nunchucks
from where these little n-ggas try to shoot you off that new chucks
a little dark like wet nubuck
describes my state of mind is inside the tomb of king tut
murders all the time is all i see
detroit 187 on you n-ggas tv
and i can first agree this beat k!ll a n-gga no charges
f-ck a female mc and a pop artist
oh baby, i like it raw
and my d-ck so big left stretch marks on her jaw
i’m so institutionalized
i wake up 6 a.m. because i think it’s to learn
borderline porcupine, a step from drinking turpentine
just to wash down a plate of wack rappers rhymes
i got a mind in the cosmos
and if these n-ggas cold then i guess i’m osmosis
that be blowing on some potent, that these white boys be growing
while you n-ggas smoking something smelling like a tanning lotion
my concoctions could make world ending potions
these other rap n-ggas got lines i got encroachments
i get endors-m-nts, so motherf-ck your co-sign
punch punchlines i’ll punch rappers ’til your broke spine
‘member back in ’09, i told ’em it was showtime
now they pull they cam phones out when i go for mine
light camera action, hybrid be snapping
’cause the days of no tissue had to wipe with wet napkins
smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
but to be honest a metaphor for my life

- aero gros m

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