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letra de for it - body bag ben & eto

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[verse 1:]
the sidesaddle let me talk to your santero
bring it to whoever quiero yo
i gotta be like my pops wello (??)
my caltero (??) blind pillows (??)
i throw the thing on them
them little n-ggas got grams
you think they bought ’em?
i made time for old 06
but hug their moms before you greet their coffins
still in last week clothes
the dogs only cat nap won’t catch me dose
the law know we can crack don’t ask me those
that’s when the rap sheet grows
respect the discipline i’m only here to collect the dividends
dope look like cinnamon, coke look like fish’s fins

[verse 2:]
it don’t land on laps
you gotta work for it
and you won’t eat until you thirst for it
i kept the grass cut, dead dirt for it
i bet my last buck they ain’t for it
it don’t land on laps
you gotta work for it
but you won’t eat until you thirst for it
i kept the grass
cut the dirt for it
i bet my last buck
thankful
[verse 2:]
(??) could sing but couldn’t fly
had to bury his wings do the various things i put aside
punch a mustache petes looking surprised
you come at peace at least look in his eyes
gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet
i lay on it, still making my bed
n-ggas will never be half the man they mothers are
my nuts drag you and your punk dad b-tter soft
hoodie in the voorhees mask has a shot of henny straight
‘fore leaf crash take time to think don’t speak fast
get you caught up in some sh-t if the police ask
i’m the pope in my city dirt in my fingernails
coke on the dingy. really?
and i burn my bag shut
grass cut that’s us

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