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letra de terrier - blacc kristoff

[verse 1: shaun peace]
bk, it’s scary hours
you know we came for ours
watch out we bury doubt
we in your area (area uh)
things can get hairier (things can get hairier)
my n-ggas terriers (my n-ggas dogs)
right on your derrières (right on your ass)
our breed superior
they claim they bruisers, bk some k!llers
pack full of big ass dogs just like clifford
seen where they steppin’; chew through ‘em like slippers
d-mn, what-a-mess! did they best end up litter
is it bk or cujo?
who’s that at yo’ window?
when the beast off the jugo
we cannot be kennelеd
[verse 2: super dakario]
i want some tag me in
f-ck did you think; look at me, look at mе
i am the captain
this right here very intentional
it ain’t by accident
tired of all these fake ass n-ggas
why they be actin?
why they be- (hmm)
movements so fluid; we’ll bring you to ruins
i got the drive b-tch; i 10 and 2 it
doggy dog when i scooby doo it
wish i had a bone; pick right through it
got no courage; swear, these n-ggas be cowardly
talkin real tough, but that’s really just outwardly
i said what i said, and i said the sh-t powerfully
f-ck out my face boy; these n-ggas be sour, jeez

[verse 3: sean 2g]
ugh, busted off the leash (growl)
did a thread count seen you soft as sheets
kept the sword unsheathed. got ’em going sheesh (sheesh)
fabricated stories: you ain’t what you seem
i been tryna stuff my fabrics ’til it bust the seams. yeah, i’m talking cream
that’s that wu-tang; not the powdered drink. more like talenti
2 thangs. need yo’ salary, need that hourly
flower that we smoke on is sour d
warheads; sour then it’s sweet. heat never out of reach
shallow waters deep, if you never dip yo’ feet
we in this b-tch. never tame; never tense
won’t obey; won’t desist. levitate over fence
if the boys on the trail
postman scared to bring my packs through the mail
building up the block wit’ a hammer and a nail
hard hat and a pail. no chatter; won’t tattle, won’t tell naw
in other words, boy, we worked our tail off
now we spit a couple bars; get our tales off
i can see you lyin’; got a tell dawg
yall don’t need no more bars, i’ma tail off (tail off, tail off, tail off)

- blacc kristoff

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