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letra de sit the fuck down - atlas_raps

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f-ck a pen and pad
i’m writing bangers in my iphone
up-up to my neck in the trichomes
whole car gets boxed when i pine cones
every time you try to call my line
get the dial tone
still thinking i’m the king of this sh-t
man why would i quit?
been riding with ya b-tch
she gon tell you how she love it when she grind on my d-ck
and my trunk keep time when i’m riding through the six
lord

and the b-ss keeps thumpin
you can go and hide
but you can’t keep running
living with ya mom, yeah i bet you “still hustlin”
all that f-ckin bullsh-t, man i had to say something
all those b-tches in your videos, you a’int hit nothing
bet i see you sunday apologizing for the cussin
guess i’ll mind my business sit back and stay blunted
guess i’ll mind my business sit back and stay blunted

these other rappers too funny
screaming bullsh-t for that hollywood money
imma get a face tat and a hollywood honey
couple hundreds for my nose when my nose gets runny
imma immigrant the way i’m coming in and out the country
and i smoke a lot of chronic if i had to put it bluntly
find me a b-tch on an island where it’s sunny
co-sign on the whip and i pay it off monthly
look

no love for these hoes
betchu out there selling drugs for these hoes
mean mug for these hoes, you a thug for these hoes
you would wrap a couple bodies in rugs for these hoes
huh?

promise that don’t work out
f-ck b-tches go acquire you some more clout
feeling like they can’t hear me if i don’t shout
stand tall look down on the whole crowd
and they screaming out atlas
i’m the real deal f-ck the scrimmage and the practice
pouring up a 2 when i’m sipping out the chalice
i’m leaning on the juice and i’m smoking on the baddest
cold-hearted i don’t keep up with my exes
only go the speed limit when i’m off the texas
imma tell you who the best is
sit down
imma tell you who the next is

he be riding round diamond shines on his necklace
handing out the work through the window of his lexus
ha
d-mn right he’s feeling reckless
only time he chills is when he’s headed to the next b-tch
next chick no time for the netflix
hard head like i pressed a and smashed bricks
stand fast i’m about to make a smash hit
buy my mom a new crib off this rap sh-t

b-tch i been grinding
everyday like i’m tryna feed a fam of four
how many more rappers do i gotta k!ll before they give me chains?
i told em hold the reins i got some sh-t to do
i got some sh-t to prove
i tell ya b-tch to move her hair
cause i like seeing when she goes down on me
cops come know i got several pounds on me
you can try but you’ll never take the crown from me
blunt so fat that it lacks self confidence
i be sending packages to each and every providence
promise that i’ll never stop invading your metropolis
i gotta get this money none of y’all is ever stopping this

go hard but my b-tch go harder
every time i step up to the mic imma slaughter
compet-tion
two fingers to the opposition
blunt guts and weed caught in my pocket st-tching
couple cigarillos broke down for the cause
man i remember when we used to burn pounds in the garage

- atlas_raps

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