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letra de gills - brahman

[intro]
runnin’ through the streets like i got gills (got gills)
walkin’ wit’ the boys that pop pills (pop pills)
city suffocate you if you can’t swim (can’t swim)
swimmin’ through the street like i got gills (got gills)
yah, yah

[chorus]
chokin’ under pressure, know i got gills (got gills)
swisher on the dresser, yeah i got gills (got gills)
put you on a stretcher, yeah i got gills (got gills)
watch as i undress her, yeah i got gills (yah, yah)

[verse 1]
young man with too much to drink?
and women with time to spare
losin’ yo’ lunch in the sink?
enjoyin’ the smoke in the air
i’m tokin’ to breathe out my sorrows
i run with my n-ggas in [?]
i flood like the henny whenever it’s in me
i sit on the porch and i wallow
house party by donatoli
she told me watch but i got to rollie
it’s hard to ‘member the sh-t you told me
see the 12 and yo’ f-ck the police
wave movement, swim through it
basshead so this got me groovin’
you either fumin’ or poppin’ pills
or a bit of both if you got gills
[chorus]
chokin’ under pressure, know i got gills (got gills)
swisher on the dresser, yeah i got gills (got gills)
put you on a stretcher, yeah i got gills (got gills)
watch as i undress her, yeah i got gills (yah, yah)

[verse 2]
top dawg roger not another done daughter
keep my shottas on the dollars
always steamin’ like a sauna
marijuana in my stubble, i got flowers in my hair
you don’t wanna cause no trouble, better keep it in your prayers
but your push won’t stop a yoppa and your cross won’t block a choppa
‘nother harper, motherf-cker talkin’ sh-t is in the gutter
not another sucker, lollipop, and drop a brother to his knees
chiefin’ like in [?] roster movin’ like a dream?

[bridge]
just another motherf-cker with too much on his mind huh
yeah
i like the [?]
[?]
it’s okay, don’t worry about it
[?] like i got gills
yah! yah!
[verse 2]
ain’t no [?], well versed, prepare my he-rs-
k!llin’ this sh-t so effectively that any second it might backfire on me
i reckon the c-ckroaches in the walls are listenin’
and like a sonic dissonance or any [?] tone ’cause i ain’t yellin’
you ask me sh-t and its no tellin’
no tellin’ what sh-t i’ma do next
it’s poppin’ your melonish head inside a supplex
too complex, my legs flesh
yo’ dome dress like brain blast
head in the clouds
face moves fast
no kids allowed, on my ride
b-tches wait in line to not meet my [?]
you a small man with a big mouth
[?]

- brahman

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