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letra de jon snow - bun b & statik selektah

[intro: paul wall]
the best of the best, of the best of the best
smokin’ that satellite og

[verse 1: paul wall]
trunk knockin’ like somebody ordered takeout
my paint wet as a kayak at the lakehouse
dimes wanna make out
they watch me like a stakeout
fake route to the safehouse i did a fakeout
i’m bendin’ corners like i’m fixin a dent
if you think i ain’t ridin’ clean you got me bent
picture perfect masterpiece exquisite
drive by they say who is it
when i crawl down like a lizard
paint red, fox windows jack black
statik selektah on the track, feel that
white cup full of dopamine
houston oiler never catch me with a soda clean
white cup king

[verse 2: bun b]
and bun beeda i’m finna do my thing
baby boy i thought you knew it
let’s get it poppin’ mane drop the frame and get into it
i’m drippin’ water you can ride the wave just like it’s fluid
country rap tunes and hiphop i am the conduit
watch the icon do it
don’t you confuse it with anything that you saw before
still rollin’ broader than broadway in the brabus, hoe
still the trillest og rockin’ out with the hardest flow
bring it to your neighborhood so you and your partners know
don’t ever try me i’m not a sample
play with me you playin’ with your life so it’s a gamble
test my reputation i’mma make you an example
whoop yo -ss so bad that they gon’ think that you was trampled
put the stamp on it like a brick
i stay with 7 like i’m michael vick
so give me credit like myfico b-tch
it’s big bun b and paul wall
you and le$ and now you got the best we f-ckin’ over all y’all

[verse 3: le$]
it’s like tony if he never k!lled manolo
in this 928 just ridin’ solo
y’all ain’t puttin’ in work just takin’ photos
they be like he doin’ his thang stay on the low though
j-panese race vehicles speed spiritual
hustle runs deep in my soul, sh-t like a ritual
never in a rush to the finish did it in intervals
prayin’ sh-t just fall out the sky, you want a miracle
uh, big boss i’m at the end of the game
like thanos with the gauntlet i’m erasin them names
turnin’ suckas into ashes i’m at one with the flame
they obsess with them comparisons but we ain’t the same, nah
game greedy only get what you give it
john snow i’m too real to be livin’
cold world but that’s form the beginnin’
you was born with a gravesite
time to write your story, what this page like?
motherf-cker!

- bun b statik selektah

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