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letra de uncle pasquale - daniel son & wino willy

[intro]
this sh-t like views from the bush-mansion
another beautiful day
aha

[verse 1]
reminiscin’ over stoves, how many days we spent?
sh-t, you gotta save yourself before you save your friends (mandatory)
i’ve seen a small town vision through the major lens
12 like jack tatum, tryna rake in m’s (f-ck the police)
the toad venom been flyin’ off the dark
i’ll burn this motherf-cker down, caught it of the spark (burn it down)
that cash bring some light when your pockets lookin’ dark
throwin’ tub water in the mornin’, almost caught a shark (almost)
i showed ’em how to make a profit; make the ground shake
the gas prices keep risin’ with the crime rate (sh-t is ugly)
shorty go with a half gram in a wild occasion
bread might be low, but being broke is a mindstate (gotta fix that)
some get it fixed, most stay stuck in it
proof’s in the pudding, take a walk pass the drug clinic (let him go)
hit uncle pasquale for the tux fit (squale)
always on the move, i learned that from the duck-sittin’

[chorus]
’cause they the first ones to go, gotta punch a rope
comin’ from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show
get it on the backend, i can find the dough
shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control
when sh-t happens i’m the first one to know
comin’ from the cold, nowadays, son, we run the show
get it on the backend, i can find the dough
shorty hold the smoke in her chest, she got the lung control (shorty)
[verse 2]
don’t let it go over your head like a fan route
hunnid blunts, ashes stay burning through the suede coach (f-ck)
the guns ain’t cheap, so youngins got their plates out
head on a swivel, they might catch you by the steakhouse (hitters runnin’ up)
the target keep movin’, so they stay missin’
the game was never fair, so they rage-quitin’ (get ’em outta here)
same crew for twenty years, no name switching
fiends keep smacking their arms, i know their veins itchin’ (you now those b-gg-rs)
felt the pressure some days but they wouldn’t know (some days)
i had to keep the faith when it was looking slow
but now we speedin’ up
feel like frank gordon where i read the cut
get the crime wave orchestrated, son, how we conduct
death smell familiar, get a odd rush (get a odd rush)
my story’s all hustle, this is not luck
i’m tryna got to sweden for the sour truck
bro pulled a strap out his same bag where the quran tucked (oh, lord)

- daniel son wino willy

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