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letra de yin & yang - boy froot

[froot]
i keep the pistol gripped when i enter the cyrpt
hold up, i’m about to get ripped
boy froot step on the scene, get your wig flipped
you know what i mean, my whip clean as that sh-t gets
i even looked between the tape machine c-ssette deck
got that chrome green paint seems still drippin’ wet
always sippin’ lean, saggy jeans, workin’ up a sweat
when i’m feelin mean i f-ckin’ scream and there’s no regrets
better treat me like a queen or it’s my sweet 16
gonna start a fire with this can of diesel gasoline
use it to get higher, light up this people magazine
only supplier of illegal goods is me

b-tch they ain’t free, what you need i got weed
and the lsd on me, homie and 2-ce
boy froot and keiki slangin’ drugs in the dark
bangin’ slugs in the park
hangin’ rugs to use as marks
gang of thugs just play the part
yin & yang, i’m a master of the dark black arts
and n0body does it faster when it comes to choppin’ beats apart
i’m causin’ a disaster and i ain’t even begin to start
cast ya -ss in plaster and then i’m gonna take out your heart
shotgun blast ya and now you ain’t feelin’ very smart
turn to the paster, tell him my sins, fresh start
when it comes to the rapture i ain’t gonna depart
keep doin’ sh-t backwards, still top of the charts
when the beat drops a rapper f-ckin’ tears it apart
give mad street props to n-ggas still playin darts
and it’s sad to see my pops sittin’ in his own farts

[keiki]
catch you like a rapture, crackin’ backs like a master fast blastly disaster
[???] i wasn’t playin’ from the start
play it all by ear cuz i’m just playin’ the part
hit you where you jeans start your ankles spurtin’ juice
in the back laughin, yeah you know it’s the froot
hang you by a noose on the bars in the zoo
everyone asks, suicide? must be true
weapons guts and bodies first what a f-ckin’ shame you didn’t make it to the he-rs-
do us all a favor, clear the sc-m from the earth
cuz we at the top of the chain, the top of the game
sniffin’ m-ssive mounds of cocaine
throw the mp3 away, man you know it’s all the same
don’t give a f-ck about your name
just let me hear what you have to say

- boy froot

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