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letra de 2055 bet hip hop awards c9 cypher - denzel curry

[verse 1: denzel curry]
got me feeling like a f-cking dog, it’s outside
[?] house and bars, aquarius k!ller curry is a f-ckin’ god
backwards n-gga no facade, i’m from a place where n-ggas switchin’ squad
z3, z4 and all across the block
n-ggas out here blame flags
purple, green or that all-black
f-ck around you get your -ss taxed
stick in the field you get wet
like arcane and that mole rat
from chuck e. cheese, n-gga let’s take it back
caught flaggin’ by the stove
n-gga hopped out the four-door
you know mo thinks in slo-mo, like trinity
you cross me like a trinity
nevertheless it’s meant for me
extend my hatred wickedly one-hundred times infinity
super saiyan level hit the boiler point
hotter than the [?] with the devil in the back of a joint
first one to die is the one who’s the hardest
blackland carol city, b-tch welcome to muder gardens

[verse 2: yoshi thompkins]
feel like i got the power, i’m higher the hip hop messiah
i ain’t f-ck alicia keys but a n-gga on fire
that’s prior to the fact that i’m rawer then unprotected s-x
eat some chex cereal in the morning and then it’s off for checks
and why n-ggas asking me to match spliffs
i’d rather stay home, break backs like mike smith
i’ll write a cool mixtape drop it on dat piff
now these hoes tryna use me i’m feeling a little thrift
d-mn josh you rap now, but i ain’t talking about gifts
and i ain’t talking about cliffs when i say i leave you hanging
’cause you b-tches got the blues like a smurfet if you banging
and i ain’t banging i’m just banging these hoes n-ggas claim they taming
i’m always rappin burning up like coal, aiming at you hoes
women that don’t have no f-cking souls their hearts a f-cking cold
mines is bared -ss on a igloo
so don’t ask me do i care about these b-tches and what they
all do ’cause uhm
they probably what i’m getting through
rapping f-cking hoes it helps me with what i’m getting through
getting super wet and lay the pipe like a plumber do
the name getting known so these b-tches sticking like some
glue, i’ma ball cause a n-gga shine more than a car being waxed
bought some armorall hoho, get off my santa clause
cl-ss writing rhymes cause i don’t have time for this work sh-t
probably high as f-ck i’m [?] weed i’m talking purp sh-t
teacher p-ssing out d’s so yes i’m barely p-ssing
but i’m worried about the fashion and the b-tches in which
i’m smashing
bust a nut and drop her off and then i dump her like some ashes
like sorry mr. johnson, for this math i have no p-ssion
i’d rather make sweet love to the girl that sitting next to me
and flip her like a supreme deluxe krabby patty recipe
they like d-mn josh how come you haven’t blown yet
because i haven’t kissed enough -ss to get known yet, dummy

[verse 3: jk the reaper]
n-ggas swear they get p-ssy but having phone s-x
tell her give me head ’til her forehead dome sweat
meat cleaver flow for n-ggas thinking they raw
leave you looking like dmx if you keep barking at the dogs
check her call log, i bet you n-gga i ain’t call at all
to me it’s 100 miss calls check her crib you’ll probably find my
drawers, and one of my b-lls
why n-ggas always stall, i’m that n-gga on call with three b-tches, ho i’m jabber jaws
and with the p-ssy cat doll, check my catalog dog
my catastrophic bombs will probably throw you off
n-ggas always coming soft, so i had to flip the script
i think i’m da vinci hiding images inside the script
watching tales from the crip, lay my spread and then i dip
say she want to take a trip well here’s yo shroom take it
have her seeing hyenas and sh-t, like a safari
i’m on safari you should google me b-tch
before i put this google chrome and show yo’ -ss some digital sh-t
i say it straight to yo face, no subliminal b-tch
i slide through like i’m gumby
it’s like return of the mummy, sh-t’ll get ugly
cause n-ggas in the field, no rugby
b-tches want to f-ck me, tell her that she lucky if i touch thee c-nty
i was probably riding out on my huffy, one deep
riding through these streets like i ain’t me, i’m a wolf
n-gga and you looking like a black sheep
you would make a nice shirt, but it’s too hot for the long sleeve
you looking cotton soft, i feed you to my offspring, f-ck you

[verse 4: mike dece]
what the f-ck you need b-tch
never sold a copy i sell rocksies and i clean sh-t
cleaner than crispy, sort of like whitney you o.d. b-tch
inhaling and smoking on sh-t that’s so potent it’s making me see sh-t
she’s praising my c-m like it’s jesus
i stay with the green, its too filthy for the oz of it
a forest of trees, smoke so thick i can not breathe in it
who’s working like me b-tch? i’m taking your millis’ like regis did
when you answer “b” but, playing these games will not give you sh-t
and neither will we, but the drugs set you up with a gun to your lips
i’m high as can be so, i do not really give a sh-t like toilet for pee
just like humsy and bill which i say with a brick, so f-ck the police
sort of like bops on the cops they can suck my d-ck, not literally
hoe said i’m cliche so i spray on her t-ts
she ice and she gliss, she’s covered in jizz
k!lling these b-tches like serial disses
i leave them exquisitely k!lled in the trenches
like water they wet
and my pistol is best cause it lock on like jaw when i sent to the head and i k!ll
you want some pills, i got tanks i got bells
yes i know i’m k!lling you, but i have to pay the bills
hoe i got sticks like a f-cking stick drill
up in the lot like i’m [?] crack, all i know is how to k!ll
decipher your head leave you split like her legs, or the motherf-cking seal
cut these f-ggots up like some f-cking fish scale
colored beam pointed at the demons where they dwell
k!ll a f-ggot cop, send his -ss back to h-ll

- denzel curry

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