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letra de acetone - bun b & statik selektah

[verse 1:boldy james]
[wisconsin ??], these n-ggas wetter than a sherm head
never speed up on my opps ‘cos i ain’t trying to burn bread
turning heads in the turning lane paint flopping 100 burnt red
.30 clip poking with the third lip, dumb high
uncle bun billa you that one guy
it’s my honor to represent this ugk alumni
227 concreatures this way this world game on
bought myself a key and changed my name back
from james jones to bo jack
mr. presser bricked up with a flowjack
still cook up with a wire coat hanger
i’m a throwback berry saying hi like real
welcome to the twilight zone hit it with a two step
cut it with the acеtone gang time medеllin
we the ones who set the tone right now i be with you caught, but always on time like the metronome, neighborhood dope dealer
spot hot as a pressing cone
more realer, more triller, more thug than flesh and bone

[hook:]
i put my hands on my pole a n-gga disrespect, he catch a hole just know that you been told i got that heat to leave you cold
i guarantee that you ain’t getting old
just know that you been told this game is real, so never fold
that type of sh-t can get you peter roll
just know that you been told
big gladiators, show off, concreatures
just know that you been told
[verse 2:bun b]
i am not for the games too many people die for me to get where i’m at so don’t be playing with my name
’cause all i got is my word and my testes
and if a n-gga ever try to test these we sliding like some gretzkys catch you in cancun, sn-tch you off the jet skis
f-ck your sea-doo, wait ’till you see what we do
swiss cheese, you do your see-through, b-tch, we lethal
and it’s samoa that came from, for all of your people
i peel your potatoes, split you like a banana
from long island to lewis manor to louisiana
and n-gga, when you see me, you bound to lose your manners
in your lunch when i put your b-tch ass in a crunch
i put a n-gga in a figure-four, sling around like a figure-eight figures you’s a f-ck-ass n-gga, might as well figure-skate
eat the food up off a n-gga plate, d-mn, that say something
r.i.p. to dj kay slay, drake stunt

- bun b statik selektah

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