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letra de fuc yo' feelinz - big tray deee

[intro: erik lee]
yeah, mm, yee-yah, uh
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
erik lee

[verse 1: erik lee]
racin’ to the top a spiral staircase (pew)
the opps is three floors down, i lean and let it rain
my route self-made, i can’t complain (500)
my [?] back [?] get love, i bring the pain (pain)
couldn’t imagine our verbiage would reach the surface
out to sea, thousand t–th, and you taste perfect
f-ck the smoke, long beach, we closin’ curtains
it hurts me more than it hurts you, but you deserve it
i should’ve been bow-legged, ’cause my knees and nuts are too close
you get a brazilian wax, ’cause cl-toris skin got new growth (hahaha)
p-ss that sh-t, let me get too toast
i pull up in muscle, he hit switches on spokes
his alias anthem, not og andré
the west is a battle zone and you’ll be entrée (snacks)
i’m back blastin’ off, ignore god’s sake
that ammunition plays kavanaugh, and it beats the case
i been in the abyss with the authentic crips
and my blood homies is animals, ready to bust those clips
i’m not a banger but gangster is what i represent
i hold it down for my c, so they never [?] pick ‘rik [?]

[chorus: erik lee]
erik lee, et cetera
gangsta lean impeccable
’bout his green, bro, let him go
head on a swivel, need no scope
cut your bungee, bro
hundred percent one to your nose
this the west, you can’t neglect this, we who run the globe
i’m realer, chasin’ billions, f-ck your feelings (talk to ’em)
no ceilings, just victims seen in my vision
don’t hold back, tap to submission
undisputed facts on what’s been missin’

[verse 2: big tray deee]
machine in motion, lyrics and the pistol explosive
most ferocious vocals overdosin’ with coldness
fa’sho, it’s the hardest, g-style is flawless
livin’ life lawless, all marks i target
clip fat, kick back, ammo at your six-pack
fit you with a sh-t bag, cripple or you get back
crippin’? yeah, i’m with that, clappin’ on the strizz-nap
think i only spit raps? better check the fizz-nacts
felon since eleven, at twelve i was reppin’
thirteen, i was jackin’ with a 20-gauge weapon
done it all, none of y’all rappers as official
whistle when it sizzle, n-ggas come in spittin’ missiles
fully with the friction, dismissin’ opposition
dismantle your division, sparkin’ off at the ignition
general, original gangsta that’s un-bendable
vicious individual: f-ck you, no subliminals

[chorus: erik lee]
ooh, he et cetera
gangsta lean impeccable
’bout his green, bro, let him go
head on a swivel, need no scope
cut your bungee, bro
hundred percent one to your nose
this the west, you can’t neglect this, we who run the globe
i’m realer, chasin’ billions, f-ck your feelings
no ceilings, just victims seen in my vision
don’t hold back, tap to submission
undisputed facts on what’s been missin’

[outro: big tray deee]
yeah, f-ck you
you hatin’, spectatin’ dirtball piece of sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck
you can talk about me, despise me, wish me the worst
just smile when you see me, you b-tch
i know your stomach hurt, you hungry motherf-cker
eat a d-ck and die
certified

- big tray deee

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