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letra de mr. sir (pretty flacko freestyle) - conradtokyo

[verse 1]
n-ggas can’t f-ck with the set
n-ggas is jockin, try pull up with problems
man conie gon’ solve if these b-tches come for my neck
so you b-tches best not fret
taking these risks ’cause this sh-t a roulette
hit it then im finna jet, you n-ggas on watch like you bought a rolex
just tryna be quiet as kept, you tryna go hard but you can’t get erect
you got a neck to protect, i’m out here like rae, cuz conie be the trashville chef
i’m a sp rep, n-gga that’s my set
tryna earn my stripes like a n-gga was a ref
my dogs and b-tches is ill and they might need a vet
a n-gga got goals that i’m tryna get paid off like a student debt
not tryna live all for a stupid death
i’d rather die for this sh-t for respect for my name and my service like i was a vet
i bet that you never met a n-gga that don’t even sweat sh-t/
dripping all in coldsweat sh-t
who are you? that is the question
don’t worry ’bout that, just know when i get in the game n-gga i’m gonna wreck sh-t
apologies to my brethren, but if i blow up
imma go to snowbunny heaven

[chorus]
’cause when i see them pearly gates and lights, imma put up a fight
try to make it right, ressurect me to turn up the night
way up high all in the sky, feeling fly just like a kite
these other b-tches is trife, up on a quest wit my dawgs rip to phife
’cause when i see them pearly gates and lights, imma put up a fight
try to make it right, ressurect me to turn up the night
way up high all in the sky, i’m feeling fly just like a kite
these other b-tches is trife, up on a quest wit my dawgs rip to phife n-gga

[verse 2]
get iced out freezing up get on my timing n-gga no cap
these n-ggas yapping bout some bullsh-t tryna compare b-tch this ain’t the slap
jumping out the f-cking house got red cups on the grass
busting out the f-cking package, then we smoking gas
real fast now, i’m trashed now milking money out of sugar mommas, imma call that b-tch a cash cow
roll another round, shut the f-ck up ‘fore you get exiled
ex got x’d of my following list now she blocked now, imma shut it down
all my pawgs should know that my lincoln logs can make a b-tch wanna settle down in a household
(yeah, yeah) b-tch i’m striking gold/
bruce wayne in the p-ssy, n-gga i’m brave and bold/
(yeah, yeah)
green on me like a billfold (woo, woo)
y’all n-ggas sold (woo, woo)
letters to all of my haters i am not an envelope, i will never fold

- conradtokyo

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