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letra de #kingbutch (single edit) - butcher brown

[instrumental intro]

[verse]
pass it to the homie on the couch
jellowstone room, homie, welcome to the south
ringin’ up a check, callin’ to collect
studio live got the tools on the couch
what’s that all about? holla, baby, shout
you know we butcher brown and we finna turn it out
you know you cannot do without
need the medicine in yo’ brain
without the intermission, ha
king butch comin’ like a freight train in the left lane
hunnid fifty miles an hour, kinda insane
real sh-t, main
me da lion, higha octane with the big mane, can’t constrain
obtain every title know to man
so everybody in the world know my name
african to the death, with a “s” on my chest
a no brainer, not fit for containers
get in or get out, but, homie, just make a decision
lookin’ through the prism for the inner mission
f-ck hopin’ and wishin’
yo, we designed for the grind
mindset soldiers holdin’ on the front line
we took the beast and mixed it with the savage
and put that sh-t in a suit
i got habits that’s mad lavish
remembered all the homies that they told me, “you could have it”
’cause you can have it with the sweat from ya neck
and a self-placed bet in the mirror
stand tall my n-gga, yo’ dreams on yo’ shoulders
hundred million lashes, but you know they couldn’t hold us
they overworked and undersold us
with a bag full of fries and some sugar sodas
even with the blueprint, they know they can’t decode us
as i peel out with beautiful in the yellow lotus
i stay focused and stay close with all the homies from the bail
i keep it real
you know the deal, tennis shoes with the ground
[instrumental outro]

- butcher brown

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