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letra de mixed bartial arts - cambatta

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[cambatta]

gimme money money
gimme money money
gimme money money

my b-tch so bad biggie would suck her daddies d-ck
he said that so don’t be at me, be mad at him
gimme the loot, gimme the booth, gimme the pad & pen
i hit up my n-gga to gimme the piff he delivery the sack for ten
there’s not a place inside my head in which i haven’t been my energy alone can make the rings around saturn spin
elevate my game up to point that when i’m at the gym
i take it to the rack on them & when i shoot my head is at the rim
watch how easily i score on the d though
fadeaway from free throw, jordan on ehlo
skin covered ego
morpheus took me to the side he said, “batta i’m quite sure that your neo”
holler for the kilo
i’m black scarface like the singer seal’s cheeks fly like eagle
(ugh)
the prophet is here, a goblin with a goblet beer
i’mma jive turkey that’ll gobble his peers
got ’em goo goo gaga, filling google goggles with tears
the more words, the commas appear, the policies clear
my inner sp-ce is microcosms and spheres
i’mma star with astromical glare, batta is here!

oh my god
ski beats m-ssacre
heat be accuate
like cc sabathia
no repeating after us
squeeze heat
pistol like he’s pete maravich
(ugh)
smoke and mirrors b-tch
we speak arabic
deep in heritage
king of my era
though i’m errorless & perilous
ct derelict
weed, speed, heroine
all the things that turn you into a fiend, seen various

have you ever seen a n-gga shot in front you
but lips is locked cuz if you snitch, you shot and that’s just what it do
have you ever seen so many keys
medayin up in your kitchen at seven you’d heavy breathe and catch a freeze
that’s how it is in these ghetto streets
visions like mr. wendell in a window in tennessee
developments arrested they gone cripple you mentally
that vice that i’m gripping gonna k!ll me eventually
i’m scripting ’til my image is legendary
then i’ll die cuz if i live forever they won’t get to remember me
so tipsy when sippin’ the hennessy i can’t tell if that’s a leprechaun or a midget with leprosy
i answer with a question like i’m winning at jeopardy
the systems rejecting me because my skin is so ebony
typical jealously
my worse is where your pinnacles meant to be
as i sit & hit a spliff of this heavenly

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