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letra de transgress - boy froot

[boy froot]
f-ck wolfspy
2013
i keep my bowl packed fat, i blow sacks, so that’s that
matter fact, i smoke salvia, 60 extract
i got a lotta problems with my respratory track, jack
but i just breeze em out and put the motherf-ckin’ top back
that doja got me numb and man i’m all the way high
just look what i’ve become, i never thought i’d wear a tie
but now i’m flossin b-tch and i ain’t never gonna die
and if you like this beat, putcha hands to the sky
impervious nonetheless i get stressed
obsess in excess, i transgress
i think i’m possessed and i feel all oppressed
more or less my life’s a mess and i’m all depressed
what would take to make me pull the trigger?
if i couldn’t wake and bake, i’d surely k!ll a n-gga

[keiki]
s-xy -ss sh-t right here
i guess it’s time we start the show (godd-mn right)
open up the keiki and boy froot mega gun store
the feds wanna shut us down (f-ck you)
but when it comes to crunch time,the haters never in town
double barrel in my hand (ooohh)
betta be understandin or you’re dead where ya standin’
got this dro from my man
so d-mn high i can’t even f-ckin stand up
take a sip from my cup, oh no dat purple stuff
now i’m in the land of no plannin’
take my first step like the f-ckin’ moon landin’
feelin’ kinda lost til someone took my hand and
led me to the stairs but i was too impaired
laid me on the couch and unzipped my pants
pulled out my w-lly and posted pics on instagram
now i gotta lotta fans, though it’s not the way i planned
f-ck all ya’ll (f-ck you)

[boy froot]
that’s sick -ss sh-t keiki, you a lil bit rapey
anyway, back in the day i could do a nollie fakey
now i only drink beer that’s real d-mn tasty
if they don’t got my brand i might do somethin’ hasty
yo, i might get wasted
you might get ya face lit
you think you hot, you ain’t sh-t
even though you’re blowin’ up on the internet
you ain’t even released a f-ckin’ cd or c-ssette
you don’t even know the notes on the fret
i’ll f-ckin’ make a bet ya -ss prolly in debt to the government

[keiki]
now that keiki’s back, burnin through ya f-ckin’ sack
third eye blossoms, rearranged, thought i lost em
through all the th-rns and brambles
though it’s nothin i can’t handle
y’all should know i’m pr-ne to pr-ne to ramble
can’t ya hear the growing anthem
gettin’ stoned and takin’ acid is just the latest fashion
but drinkin’ blood like an -ss-ssin is my motherf-ckin’ p-ssion
tickin’ clock, you gonna be last mane
bullets of mine they travel in the fast lane
blood splatter when they hit you in the lame brain
canvas set up for a beautiful painting
my brush is a shotgun your life is for the takin’
your guts are my medium and i’m an artist in the makin’

- boy froot

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