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letra de physique - a$hy black thug

n-gga like carpulltunnel i’m a wrist(risk) taker
i smell like gas; in a windbreaker
b-tch i’m best rapper alive since my n-gga’s dreads been dyed
i need a bad hoe as my bride, one who can tuck e and be fried
i tell her red thongs i wanna speak in private
an i pull them hoes to the side
i hit the dirty plug for the clean weed
but i got some soap in my eye
fly as amelia, brighter than silver
indian givers be sick as pilgrim
i’m going up either way like a building
count on my flow ‘til u get to a zillion
they think of me as a thinking piece
gotta shoo ‘em off just to think in peace
b-tches think of you and it’s comedy
and they really dead like they drinking bleach
man i’m spooning wit her like cutlery, kiss of death sitting in a tree
trap jesus down gallery, she ketchup to the mustard seed
when i’m on the spot like a dolmation
i keep it as solid as foundations
brought my lil wifey a white car
now i gotta black cause the cacausian
i’m sp-ced out like darth vader
too ill for a ill-strator
but i draw down on ya compound
young g wit a lot of m’s
letters had me spellbound
every time it’s summer time
them curtis snow’s have a meltdown
so i’m strapped up wit’ a “what the f-ck!”
just like sam how i cooke it up
like peter pan how i hook it up
in a muscle car wit a fat cigar, all 50 shades of the grey poupon
going off, put my n-ggas on and the rest of y’all is a restaurant
when i roll a l man it’s elegant, i’m the renegade of the reinnessace
got a debutant for a confidant, cause i’m nonslip and nonchalant
the money old on a young savant, got french bread n-gga no crossiant
weed louder than a rocket launch, got mo’ spots than polka dots
i’m going ape on you apricots, cause you stunted on me and i ain’t forgot
parking audi’s at the save a lot’s
in seven days man i made a lot
flex on the weak, b-tch i’m a beast
eating these rappers and brushing my t–th
fell in that p-ssy then i fell asleep
i’m getting money like b-tches get weaves
tatted a john now tricks up the sleeve
all the way live til i am deceased
ain’t gonn be peace until i get a piece
you n-ggas rap like a car with no seats
n-gga i rap like a chap from the trap
wit a wap in his lap and the f. for physique
two blunts
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- ahy black thug

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