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letra de ego - cris strife

im feeling like
yeezy la flame how i p-ss on ya grave
choppa r kelly i p-ss on yo face
if you dont want me to win you best pray
i surpass anyway and go p-ss on yo faith
p-ss on yo name and then sh-t yo day
d-ck in yo mouth so its f-ck what you say
im wit my dogs and we stay on that bull
when i come around put yo b-tch in a cage
huh life was an everyday struggle
now my pockets fat like dj akademiks
b-tch i ran up a check off a spotify
yo ass on soundcloud doing no digits
muhf-ckas hated when i started rappin
now they in mcdonalds trynn wrap up the dishes
my mama thought i was in my room studying
until i showed her i made my own bidness
can’t fill in my shoes so these muhf-ckas trippin
my bro got a face tat cause he really widdit
you in a lambo in all of yo raps but whenever see em
they whippin a civic
pull up and spray at yo field like im cropdusting
snap and then shoot like i went and forgot something
rappers be dying from takin them pills
yeah you poppin them percs but yo ass ain’t up on nothing
huh why these muhf-ckas so thick and so dense
but they still ain’t got sh-t in they head
yall must be sick of my sh-t of my sh-t at this point
but im ready for war b-tch im off of my meds
money from features got me lookin sl!ck
i ain’t shootin my shot i could buy me a b-tch
and the reason i talk like i’m big is because
my d-mn ego same size as my d-ck
whole d-mn twelve inch wish you well b-tch
boutta perform wit my pelvis elvis
press these b-tches gon stretch theses b-tches
im comin for yours man im so selfish
walk in the room all i’m smelling is b-tch
sniff that sh-t out from a mile away
look at my files all you see is hits
when people wake up i’m gon blow any day
p-ssy ass muhf-ckas can’t hold up my jockstrap
let alone hold up a candle to my shine
i might go stupid and start sayin f-ck rap
pull up and shoot at the court like its primetime
my time my rhymes b-tches can’t hold up a
candle to my shine
pull up and shoot st the court like its
primetime every dollar from this music is my dime
huh rappers be talkin bout how they gon clap rounds
but that sh-t ain’t in they background
back down f-ck it well spin that sh-t back round
jump off the top rope he catch the smackdown

roll that boy up like a rillo
come around here he get slept like a pillow
mag on my hip like a hippo
its a device that urns wives into widows
see through yo sh-t like a window
they call me young ebisu god of the shinto
turn a will smith to a willow
b-tch call me darling like my name was hero

- cris strife

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