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letra de ill stories - amir ali a2

[verse 1]
my homie drake
brought a ho to my crib
shes 28
tattooed a rose on her hip
they shut the door
aparantly she blowin a d-ck
i get a call
bobby saw me roll with his b-tch
now f-ckin bobby ain’t no friend
deals dope on the streets
providin homies all around with his c0ke cuz its cheap
plus hes f-ckin crazy
there’s a bullet hole in his t–th
i couldn’t understand sh-t on the phone as he speaks!
i hear a cl!ck clack
gunc-ck? f-ck its not mine
and sure as sh-t drake ain’t got no nine
“hey whats wrong?”
“ill call u back bobby”
then i rush in the door
the b-tch is yellin freeze
drake’s cuffed on the floor
im like “”drakey, u were supposed to f-ck with the wh0r-!
i told u never get me down in sh-t i wasn’t before!”
the b-tch is headin for my cash
im reachin my drawer
a chopstick! lets stick it to the back of the wh0r-! (aaah)

[chorus]
these stories are my towns favourite ones
takin drugz, rapin amazin blondes
angry thugz
ridin with arabian slugz
f-ckin with ur baby moms
now one more time
ill stories are the town’s favourite ones
rapin blondes, blazin amazin blunts
angry thugz
ridin with arabian slugz
f-cking with your baby moms

[verse 2]
follow me into my land if u understand
f-ck the fans, threw them in my garbage can
they say im livin isolated in my wonderland
and got an evil side like a f-ckin spider man!
my man phill deal pills
an ounce of c0ke and acid
around the corners p-ssin amounts of dope thats m-ssive
brought me thai weed
sharp kid
i liked him
this party he was at completely f-cked him
b-tchez in the party, everybody hardin
a hot one wants pills dropped in some bacardi
so the fat kid
gave her bad pills
this a bad thing to miss actually
cuz she’d taken six pills, she goes black fully
with a little dose of cain
poor b-tch tore a vein or two
her brain is doomed
overdose made way to her overloaded brain…

[verse 3]
i was bleedin when i wrote this
wake up every mornin with this sh-t over my shoulders
its hot as f-ck, i grab a beer and sit so i can focus
what the f-ck had just happened
who the f-ck im becomin through this f-ckin years im rappin
introducin my name as the greatest and haters yappin
now im back am i happy? why im feelin so cr-ppy?
so here we go again, blaze a joint and snort the cane
f-ck my life its stupid ain’t it? i used to do my thing
so quit playin
i know how to win the game
in this insane city its hard to be a saint
i used to deal mary j god knows im ashamed
i just want u all to know that its not the way im playin
im talkin bout the type of sh-t u might not like
with tight hot rhymes in my f-cked up mind
so these stories are the towns favourite ones
im blazin blunts with some amazin blondes!

[ending]
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- amir ali a2

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