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letra de deoxy$ - ayceeonethirty

i got some dro to wrap
tryin to let go of the past
i’m tryin to close the gap (yeah)
give part of my soul for the stacks (yeah)
cause i gotta get the bag
burn me a blunt then i hit the sack
talk to my girl fore i walk in the studio
tell her don’t cry, i’ma get this all movin yo
i’m bout to shift to my overlord state like i’m broly
they hate but the truth on they face
have my mama set up when i’m twenty seven
and i believe that sh-t like it was god who said it
but my mind like reddit, i don’t see sh-t clear
all i ever hear is screamin in my ears
she don’t know what i be drownin in this beer
i know sh-t i shouldn’t, keep me full of fear
but i still make home on the east coast
i ain’t tryin to dance like ne-yo
y’all some miss cleo’s
never seen a key doh
missin all that weight like you switchin to keto
kenny omega, yeah my squad been elite yo
i ain’t really tryin to chill around in a mink coat
still i might remix this sh-t with the migos
ain’t about no ego, yeah my team gotta eat yo
that’s honest like i’m in the hot seat
got a pikachu bag full of shots for these n-z-s
and who gon stop me? lock me up like tekashi
might off richard spencer dispensin that glock heat (unh)
bite off they heads like i’m ozzy (unh)
got some of my people on oxys
seen too much pain, too much love put in boxes
i don’t member when it was that i lost it
meteor sent like deoxys
i’m just a vessel to start the apocalypse
i’m just a problem that you got no way to fix
y’all wanna sit on yo -sses and wait for sh-t
i put my feet to the pavement and get it
can’t rest til they pay me to speak by the minute
yeah this ain’t no job, it’s my life, ain’t no holidays
i got a lot of sh-t ridin on what i say
drunk like i’m hemmingway, high in the milky way
homie i soar through the sky like i’m ricochet
i’m tryin to burn in hawaii with holloway
can’t wait to call up my mom say “it’s all okay”
i’m tryin to change the whole game like m. faraday
so that my kids will be set without medicaid
motorcade all made of escalades
i’m fillin up my insta with my escapades (yeah)
i don’t need a cape
put the druff on my shoulders til i got a neckache
that’s mighty mouse sh-t, what you smellin ain’t incense
all i see at night is dead people like the sixth sense (unh)
i am not a f-ckin role model
i’m a demonic prophet, i’m the stoned aristotle
i’m an addict and they f-ckin up by givin me all this money
probably die bl–dy, then they’ll make a billion of the mummy (yeah unh)
i gotta get the bag
dollars in frames like i’m mister krabs
bout to get pubbin and hit the gl-ss
if y’all wanna hate you can kiss my -ss (hope i got dingleberries)

- ayceeonethirty

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