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letra de trenches - c'zr

[verse 1]
if i drive in a bugatti, you say illuminati
holding down my set, mobbin like john gotti
i spit it everywhere like a long nose shotty
they don’t see my good deeds, but the lords knows shorty
raised by my mother, act like my father
like a bowling ball, i came from the gutter
words don’t come easy like i speak with a stutter
but my thoughts start to flow, then i create another
in the midst of bacon, it’s -ssalamualaik-m
f-ck all ya n—-z, straight hating
you keep me on my toes never breaking my concentration
talk less to learn more, when having a conversation
through my eye, see ‘em try angle like free mason
now take it to the head, lift ‘em higher than free basin
i wake up in the morning to beautiful, freak asians
i blow a cloud in the air my nukka i reek patience
remember the alley way, called that strip rock n roll
heavy metal on the block, fiends cop a rock n roll
heart of an suv, built for rocky road
life’s b-tch i really hope she ready that c-cky load

[hook]
the feds want to sweat me like a sauna
they’re claiming that they smell the weed aroma
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
i could wake a man up out a coma
i know you hear me coming round the corner
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
uncut when y’all were thinking coca
me and my digital scale done broke up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
it’s looking like i live la vida loca
it’s only because a brother man done woke up

[verse 2]
i’ma bout to hit ‘em harder than mayweather on a speed bag
envy heavy on ya chest, green, like a weed drag
beat ‘em out the round using four hooks and three jabs
pack loud, it had smokey breaking out rehab
calculated, plan a meticulous way
fake id, face off before nicholas cage, burner so old, the trigger on the nickle is beige
my gift to the word, call my sh-t saint nicholas day
over figures that jump, respect the one who got jumped
coz he came right back around, and he left them nukkaz slumped
i’m not for trash talk, ya careers stuck in the dumps
ya better off walkin the strip equipped with a pair of pumps
remember the alley way, called that strip rock n roll
heavy metal on the block, fiends cop a rock n roll
heart of n suv, built for rocky road
life’s b-tch i really hope she ready that c-cky load

[hook]
the feds want to sweat me like a sauna
they’re claiming that they smell the weed aroma
i could wake a man up out a coma
i know you hear me coming round the corner
uncut when y’all were thinking coca
me and my digital scale done broke up
it’s looking like i live la vida loca
it’s only because a brother man done woke up

- czr

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