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letra de fight theme - aul purpis

aul purpis – “fight theme”
[emcee(s): aul purpis]
[producer(s): [?]]
[scratches: [?]]

[verse 1: aul purpis]
before i
got my rapping on and my scr-pping on
momma said, “it’s a cold world, bobby, put that jacket on”
so i strapped it on, wrapped it warm
food for thought—little n-gga, go and p-ss it on
looking like your father without the gl-sses on
no-look p-ss coming fast, getting my magic on
bully-footing, coming down the lane
shooters on the way, the identified bangers
before you woke, i did twenty-five things
puppeteer up in here, pulling twenty-five strings
this ain’t fun and games. son, i’m running things
bring static to your illvibe like sonny james
(word) so go ahead, son, run and play
and learn to speak to grown folks in a better way
and keep your eyes on them narcs in a chevrolet
good advice you should take, like, every day

[hook: aul purpis with scratches by [?]]
from sunup to sundown
make no mistakes, pump your brakes, n-gga, slow down
you in a rush? nicole brown
stay in your lane or get gunned down
if life seems like a pipe dream
don’t get excited—you’ve all been invited to the fight theme
from sunup to sundown
stay in your lane or get gunned down

[verse 2: aul purpis]
ayyo
hands in the midair, n0body move
taking your lunch money like the bully in school. no
ock, i’m too hot to take a dip in the pool. real
rap—see how i act when i’m flipping a fool. yo, i’m
up to no goodie, tucking a black hoodie
repping hard with the rest of the squad in west philly
uh, in my army green, there’s a ton of trees
backstab crabs i crack like dungeon knees
ain’t playing fair and i’m staying here
sh-t got to bang like i got dr. dre in here
letting loose in a bubblegoose like a n-gga
snuck a ak in here, leaving n-ggas laying there
for no reason at all, a two-piece seizing
your jaw, leave you there, screaming for law. y’all
thought it was over, 84 with p.o.g. i came
back with the crossover like cp3 ‘cause i…

[verse 3: aul purpis]
you ain’t the man of steel. son, you’re half as real
p-ssy like vagisil, treadmill, standing still
say what i want—f-ck how you b-st-rds feel
cowards is flowers, soft like daffodils
never held a half a mill
got a gang for the starrs and they all like “m-ss appeal”
flipping, tripping, dipping off of acid pills
want to be a k!ller but can’t hold a cannon still
so like biggie, n-gga, “gimme the loot”
talk sl!ck, big rick, he’ll give ‘em the boot
it’s trife. all my life, i’ve been in high pursuit
on the grind, ain’t got no time for a designer suit
i’m in the street, where it’s hard to eat, where the struggle at
looking like a lumberjack, pro-black thundercat
hah, where old head fred run the numbers at
don’t go to a commercial—like herschel, n-gga, run it back

- aul purpis

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