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letra de nigel (saturn gang anthem) - ayceeonethirty

[hook]

all the suits get scared
when they see us mobbed up, standin fists in the air
ain’t enough cops in the city
on my cyrus, promise they ain’t really prepared (yeah)
feel like i been buildin up an army on the low
drunk f-ckin zombies start moshin at the show
homie you should hide yo b-tch
when the sh-t hits, they gon snap off and run a blitz (unh)

[verse]

i don’t give a f-ck what they sayin man
dilated eyes, shades on like the saiyaman
sick nick mondo, trees like the congo
trippin on the lawn with nannerman on the bongos (yeah)
that’s dk, i been up three days rollin
heavy p hit the top speed, goin like he stole it
yeah sip it down straight, whole bottle, no chaser
deadpool sh-t, man i live for the danger
this that nigel thornberry, this sh-t smashing loud (unh)
this sh-t early korn heavy, what you packin’s brown (unh)
i’m on my ninja, been buildin up quick
used to diss on us then, now they want in the clique
old dogs wanna hate on new tricks
oughta f-ck off, get back in they pens
they don’t know who they dealin with
they used to hollywood, they not as real as this
lost all my feelin, so i got no fear
wanna act like i just f-ckin started this year
i’m a god in the druff, i’m just growin the kingdom (yeah)
still trying to run from my demons (yeah)
can’t ever tell if i’m dreamin or if i’m just tweakin
like “is this even me that’s thinkin?” (unh)
this for the ones who ain’t never felt right
only lived in a house, no homes
this for the ones who ain’t sleepin tonight
can’t tell n-body what’s in they dome (unh)
this the one you crank when you tryin to get wasted
old school pantera, make you wanna break sh-t
roll the whole quarter up, f-ck em all, face it
i ain’t tryin to sober up homie i crave this
homie i need this, i been up seein sh-t
tryin not to blow my brains on the cement
y’all can all eat sh-t, lick a sick green d-ck
get a b-tch then you act like you never seen t-ts (unh)
couldn’t be this if they cloned you from me
even then you’d only be known as the dumb me
i’ma be flyin round the world like pump be
f-ckin k-pop b-tches lookin like chun-li (yeah)
saturn gang sh-t
me and worley get lit crankin out hits
comin in hard, adesanya with the kicks
lookin like lamb of god, they get violent in the pits
man i’m trying to get rogan high, i’ll soak my mind
in dmt, it’s so divine
she doin all the lines, takin all the percs
sold my soul for it, might as well enjoy the perks
n-body what i take, never numb the hurt
no longer give a f-ck if i’m just gettin worse
i’m f-ckin broken, tell her not to get me chokin
can’t control myself, might just cave ya throat in
yeah my body takin all the pain my heart can’t
fightin all my life done gave me scarred hands
don’t belong with people like i’m tarzan
rolled a one or drew the wrong hand
been like this forever, no hope in me fixin it
watch what i say, never know who be listenin, b-tch
losin days cause i been bingin pukin
she get nervous, she don’t f-ckin think i’m human
i don’t either, tryin to tell me how to be
when they ain’t seen the sh-t the world done made me see
and i can not believe what they made you believe
to help you go to sleep, so i sedate for z’s
and that’s the gospel truth like i’s a prophet speakin
drop a band on booze and k!ll it through the weekend
i don’t give a f-ck, never get enough
i’m f-cking sick of b-tches i can’t get it up (unh)

[hook]

all the suits get scared
when they see us mobbed up, standin fists in the air
ain’t enough cops in the city
on my cyrus, promise they ain’t really prepared
feel like i been building up an army on the low
drunk f-cking zombies start moshin at the show
homie you should hide yo b-tch
when the sh-t hits, they gon snap off and run a blitz

- ayceeonethirty

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