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letra de grand concourse - dallas atoms

[verse 1 – neco]

oh i’ve, never fell off. but im the one to still pick it up
38th and my twin throwing quarters in the meter, while he park the two seater
got the scully or the knick cap. write til my wrists crack
never caught in “this that”
this that, open the oven get burned and b-tch slapped
sit back, watch me uncover these birds and field rats
see we were just testing ya out
and now i got to go so clean that mess on your blouse
these women be the blow when they be stressing you out
but thats the sh-t that i deserve for moving next to your house
who am i? who are you? who are we?!
smoovest guy, petty fools do your thing
oh i must’ve slipped up?
impossible we always gripped up

[verse 2 – vega]

why you, all up on my jewels?
sh-t, b-tch, i swear i know you too well
i peddle in my size 8s
catch me in that 98′
bending every corner. that aromas, marijuana
yes mister officer, thats why i’m coughing sir
cause i’ll be peakin’ until they lay me in the coffin sir
and when im gone, put my pinky to the sky
cause cl-ssy motherf-ckers, hold our pinkies up, high
hi baby what you smoking on?
the pimp in my talk, will have you limping for sure
they call me gaudy motherf-cker, gov’na for short
oh, now is your b-tches trying to ride?
f-cking or they sucking, don’t be f-cking up the vibe
naked for what? push them panties to the side
yea, 38th in my lane
my twin and some greenery and some lyrics to sing. that go

[outro]
welcome to ny theres only one way back
and if you slipping, you’ll be sleeping on them subway tracks

- dallas atoms

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