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letra de quica - conquista

(a. sarr)
yeah, ten hut
yeah ten hut

i’m recording in queens i got home field advantage

[verse 1: a. sarr]
i’m the plug i’m the preacher
not a star but you know i got the features
i’m just tryna hit them at they weakness
i’m just tryna hit them at they weakness
black brown bodies to the floor
bounce around push back they don’t owe you more
i bounce around to push them back & they don’t owe me more
there’s no stopping me, there’s no stopping me

[tattoo money]
why would they try?
you could deny a lie
but you can’t deny the truth

[verse 2: tattoo money]
i came to your house
to eat your food and put feet on your couch
i came to your house
to flirt your wife and put meat in her mouth
but you know what i find annoying
how they treat the culture like poison
but your daughter love young thug, twerking, and lowkey got a black boyfriend
cut that sh-t out
you ain’t progressive because you went and saw get out
cause when gold digger come on in your hiddouse
the ‘n word’ still come out of your middouth
n-gga what? n-gga who? n-gga eh eh
want me to bow every time i’m in your presence
you stuntin’ just like lena dunham
we neglect ’em just like odell beckham

[verse 3: a. sarr]
you know how we like to work
bodies on every verse
slangin them pretty words
cash a check so you know my worth
i’m saying ok tho
get out of my way tho
i’m here for the money so f-ck it & gun it
at least we ain’t runnin
at least i got something to say tho
get out my way bro
put a price tag on my peers
i’ll cake up on your white fear
i’ll bring the whole gang gang in here
like kurt cobain was here
chea chea chea chea

[verse 4: tattoo money]
off the plane, fresh from cuba
baggage claim, to the uber
uber get about three blocks
we’re stopped by cops & feds shoot us
i’m black, he brown, we both on the ground
trump for prez, all lives matter
how the f-ck could we calm down?
i’m worried about my warrants
i’m worried about my white tee
he worried about that expiration date on his id
but the pigs ain’t worried about neither
they go to the trunk and reach for
my bag full of tequila
so they just sn-tch it and leave us

you know how long it took me to get that through customs blood?

[verse 5: prkr]
stressing out i need nicotine
never been the type to stay in-between
worthless, you need verses, cause most of us lacking a purpose
n0body see the pain that’s immersive
no reimburs-m-nt could settle my pain
my roots and my veins
steering away from all the f-ck sh-t you tellin’ me
it’s too late to admit to infidelity
crime rate’s my mind state no resolution
in hindsight, my right side’s feeling reclusive
ice cold, on my own, tryna be grown
but somehow we get lost over skin tone
you get by tryna dance to the n zone
they learn to love us just after the tombstone
f-ck the rich, my mind is split, your cultures sick
never lose touch with my consciousness

[tattoo money]
selfish b-st-rds

[a. sarr]
i don’t wanna hear any bullsh-t come out your mouth ever
if you not the right complexion don’t even talk that sh-t. it’s real

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