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letra de b2b #24hours - chillinit

chillinit:
said wheel it don, like f-ck you know bout the wheel i’m on
pull the guns roses i’ll slash and roll till im feeling rocked
welcome to the jungle, be humble, the devil fleed from god
satan’s got the face of an angel so pick which team you on
since out the cot, i was bleeding out the clot
stacking lighters in my diapers for the pot
now i’m cyphering with god
havin triplets with strippers and then i leave the spot
and shift around the block with a couple triple tequila shots

wombat:
i’m on it at last
from the bottom to top of my cl-ss
still chopping up gr-ss
treat my bong like an oxygen mask
im off to the bar
swallow bottles then vomit my heart
nod off unconscious was lost from.the start
but now i’m putting t-ssie rap on the map i’m kickin back in my natural habitat, i can’t relax i’m havin’ a spaz attack
bags of rack got me flippin out like acrobats at a magic act
they won’t pipe down?
maggot come have a crack!!

chillinit:
weigh me down, i could anchor man like i’m burgundy
the way i st-tch the words on a rhythm is like a surgery
it’s profit power and purgery, larsony l-st and learning g
i’m puffin on some ‘erb that i just imported from germany
i got lines like the schoolboys do
i got the abs for the soul like im schoolboy q
i’m top dog the jay rock while the tunes go boom
that’s premier i’m the star of the gang
and i swear it’s you know who

wombat:
these critters will slither aside thinking to strike with a string or a bite, b-tch i figured there sly , watch em wither and die… livin my life like i’m bitter inside
should i visit a psyche gimme a sign cause i’m sick in the mind
nah i’m happy i’m not actually stressing
man i’d say ya p-ssive aggressive as ya smashing my head in , forget it!
a worthless kid but i burn it sick as kerser gig
suicidal lines got en hanging off every word i spit

chillinit:
i’ll pinch ya sesh, then cathy freeman and hit the legs
always h-t the sesh, prescripted it like we hit the meds
they be talkin’ sh-t, cos i get the bread for the kids i fed
tryna pop a shot but the body dropped and it missed my head
dropped an alb-m, and murdered it like the living dead
and valium get me high with a couple b-tches that in my bed
and give me 69, then we switching sides like it’s trippie red
these rappers telling lies n-body buys what ya insta said

wombat:
i don’t ever remember alot
every second second i stop to check the clock like my memories lost
i reckon i’m gettin tested by god
yep i feel the stress and i’m questioning my strength am i destine to flop?
you can check us and watch or feel the rush as the thunder crackles
f-ck i blabble i’d love to chat but i’m blunt as shrapnel
been stuck in shackles but once unraveled it’s nothin’ natural
we’ve come for the battle
like donkey kong with 100 barrels

chillinit:
quit the foolishness, i stay on a green street hooligans
eats like it’s uber manouverin i ain’t new to this
back up on the track like magavin we on some shooter
i’m billy maddison on these rappers, this ain’t no buddhist sh-t
the buddha’s lit, my bredda accredited like the movie clips
the crew be lookin sh-ggy mysterious on some scooby sh-t
van packed out with a boujee b-tch and a dooby lit
delirious like murphy i burn it and keep a groupie chick

one time, one time, one time…

- chillinit

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