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letra de hennessy remedy - caine casanova

(car starting)

[intro]
sw-ngin through these money trees
devil right up under me
smoke about a pound weed
praying it will guarantee
love that can be replaced
people that i’ve come to hate
balance all and levitate
smoke away yesterday 2x

[chorus]
sw-ngin through these money trees
devil right up under me
drink about an ounce of lean
and probably sell the rest to beez
semi to the left of me
a .45 i’ll never squeeze
blood filled with antifreeze
i’m cooling til the death of me
automatic weaponry
ain’t no point in texting me
i’m too busy tryna drown myself with all this hennessey
full coated memories that i’ll never care to see
til the day i’m longer free
a dollar bill was never cheap

[verse 1]
you rolling with real crips that would k!ll who ever they feel is a threat
gripping techs with t-tanium steel
elephant seal, wired houses developing is real
idealizing to my surprise to go destroy and rebuild
drive ambition and thrill fall asleep at the wheel
fully loaded banana clip now pray this b-tch won’t peel
beautiful abandonment is like my s-x appeal
cuban cigar, winter mink with 2 inch heels
fill my cup with remy, drink the bottle til it’s empty
know you doing me a favor
pour until i say that’s plenty
contemplating roles to you genocide rookies
electoral votes ain’t stopping me from getting p-ssy
forcing me to f-ck the world, is that coming off -ss pushy?
my pride is too tall for you to try to overlook me
f-ck my childhood up if andy didn’t have woody
now i don’t leave the house without my hoodie

[verse 2]
carried out a legacy that failed to be a destiny
so here i am desperately talking to this escasty
suicide is next for me, i’m losing hope breathlessly
and seeing all these funerals is causing me to react jealousy
but still hold there for me cause yet i have a tendency to go and hang in the streets
and end up with a felony
chilling drinking smoking weed, my n-gga right next to me
glock on my hip cause i don’t know my life expectancy
you rolling with real crips that would k!ll whoever they feel
til i walked in a neighborhood and then i heard “blood”
driving p-ssed the ghani like, “that’s where i came from”
remincsing of the days i would play on oakwood
little n-gga, long braids and a superhero book
foreclosed my daddy’s home when everything was going good
if i could fill my lungs with smoke to lose a breath i would
can you drink until your kidneys fail? i bet i could
create acid, blunt ashes and black plastic wrapped around your casket
white shovels, woven baskets, clockwork magic
seats fasten as time crashes
time to take action fore they multiply by the m-sses
all these red patches
this sh-t’s bout to get m-ssive so i stay strapped with extended clips and automatics
two shots ring off, i’m hit my life flashes
and before the time starts moving backwards
it was fun while it lasted

[outro]
sw-ngin through these money trees
devil right up under me
smoke about a pound weed
praying it will guarantee
love that can be replaced
people that i’ve come to hate
balance all and levitate
smoke away yesterday

- caine casanova

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