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letra de grand theft cardio - cully

[verse 1: cully]

smoking on that endo until my upper end grows
that’s my brain i’ve heard it’s insane if you don’t keep your friends close
doors to the benz close
h-ll no, it’s a weekend rental with the speakers up and
rediscussing my past, it’s too, no three disgusting
to beat me up with, you’ll crash
into an armored car
steal the cash and your audemars
pray to god that we all allah
you the type to get high and then call your mom
i’m an -ssh0l-, so self involved
cuz my advice ain’t helping y’all
to get them louis leather belts and all
planet earth never felt so small
until the sp-ce ship windows get polarized with endo
it’s like we live in the matrix (yeah, yeah, yeah)
sh-t’s gonna get slow
out here tinted and faded
tongue kisses for the women who hated
models on tumblr thinking they’re famous
who are way to young like b-tches with braces (yup)
used to swear at my princ-p-l
now i’m speaking in parables
you rock rags, i’m wearing clothes
crowds are grabbing, tearing holes
i’m very, very aware of hoes
f-ck several, slap some
you’re scared of most
i warm up, prepare to go, all in
play my role like raw fish in sushi slabs
go on tour bring groupies back
only f-ck them once, stay true to that
then move them back into position
that’s real life go strip for tuition
drop out, start a business
take a vacation, ain’t dying for it to end
make a million, spend it all
restart so i’m fly as a b-tch again

[hook]

so if you run it i’ma jump in
hitting something, pop a switch
fake -ss stunting at the function
you the one my problems with
i’m smoking on this stogie
until these b-tches roll me
a real blunt so i don’t feel stuff
then go kick it with the homies

[verse 2: cully]

when the clock strikes midnight
and you don’t ever live right
what if you don’t wake up again?
decisions have you living with hundreds of enemies
and some fake -ss friends
even scar face got chomped in the end
ride a nice whip? get slumped in the benz
in the club, at a function with friends
get dumped on and dumped on again until you’re finally dead
here’s a straight life, try it instead
where it’s only strays that fly at your head
reincarnated then you’re dying again
reincarcerated like i’m trying to live
climbing sh-t they won’t set me free
fly as a b-tch they won’t let me be
if i lift the weight of the world then everybody should flex with me
drug free ecstasy
non-violent weaponry
still scr-p for cheap
no sleep, maybe nap in the back of jeeps
where ogs gonna p-ss the weed
hop out tp every house on gatsby’s street
then hop back and speed
’til the police capture me i’ma have to be
running, gunning checking back of me

[hook]

- cully

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