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letra de 1 take - culps

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mans been about on the roads, it’s just that n-ggas don’t see me
have you ever layed eyes on a ghost?
well that’s how they feel when they see me
i could never go broke once again cah i can’t stand that feeling
my pockets are filled with dough, if you know how real n-ggas feeling
i’m getting the money, divide up the pack and i flip it
whitney and bobby, i’m loving the way that they’re singing
cutting down trees and you dun know that i’m stinkin’
you dun know it’s loud so the price itself is speakin’
there’s a fire in the booth right now so i’m getting it heated
me and my n-ggas on stains, graft modе cos the gaffs get creeped in
many wars on thе opps, left bleeding
creep out the dark and my hands got the steel in
took a hot chase in chorlton, feds got smoked down mauldeth
m21 is the gang but i guess that you already know this
doing crud with the tugs tryna get this doe quick
got the peng in now so [?] smoking
seen an opp boy get jucked
daft c-nt got left with holes in, n0body knows him
my flows frozen
hold tight my broski’s
like moses cah i’ll spit you apart like the ocean
your weeds dead its coming like homies
i’m distributing the haze and it’s potent
callers are payin’ when they phone me
no convo’s if it ain’t doe g
snakes in the grass that are roaming
i’m getting bigger now, slow but surely
lost my nana to cancer, it broke me
if that sh-t goes in body, i’ll smoke it
i ain’t joking, n-gga i’m hoping
i ain’t joking, n-gga i’m hoping
i ain’t joking, n-gga i’m hoping
f-ck five-o, got my n-ggas in cages
now i need to reload cos i ran out of the cake mix
cah i’m always runnin’ round o’s like usain bolt when he’s racing
i’m with my bros doing road and i do this sh-t daily
doing whatever that pays me
either way i’m getting the wages
no i can’t leave my shot waiting
i’m on the main roads doing bout 80
blue lights in my rear don’t phase me
hit the backroads then i bail it
food on my b-lls, bounce the gate quick
jump in my yard, clothes i’m changing
then i’m back on the roads on a late ting
trap all night man its crazy
f-ck with me i make everyone hate me
best believe you’ll know about hatred
you don’t want it when the beast is awakened
you can’t touch me like muslim’s and bacon
transport a n-gga like jason statham
just finessed my plug, now i’m watching my weight lift
in the dance, buss a jug cah my n-ggas are caking
black yute get jooked for wearing a hood, that stereotypical hatred
man will get boxed, i be moving crud when i run into these paigans
there’s no guarantee so you better touch wood cah i don’t know if you’ll make it
i’m in manny where it pops off
don’t plant haze, you might get your crop chopped
bare in mind time does not stop
every second, tick tock tick tock
imma send him up front to the right up
right up to the sky like a white dove
scream m21 man nuff love
there the ends where real men do crud
done dirt like a shoe so sees mud

- culps

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