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letra de blk. - depressive tongue posse

[boy froot]

i ain’t got sh-t ‘cept this switch on my hip
and i’ll k!ll you wit a fl!ck, you silly little b-tch
know it’s boy froot when i walk in the club
cuz i got my blade drawn and somebody get cut
turn to sharxxx and i’m like what the f-ck?
he turn back as i roll the blunt
all i wear is black, covered in rillo guts
b-tch we smoke a sack wit all the windows up
middle of the night and the sky is black
always outta sight, you don’t know where i’m at
syrup wit the sprite, i’ont need no snack
everything is alright, don’t call me back
all black car wit dem all black windows
when i go far, yeah i gots to have the limo
black carhartt, pair of denim black pants
all black heart as i stare into a trance
yeah b-tch, you know me, it’s froot wit my homies
‘cept sharky sharx, all them other rappers are below me
if money is a factor, i got people who still owe me
i’m a straight disaster but yo b-tch she wanna blow me
while i blow trees, rollin’ 3 or 4 deep
when i’m witchyo b-tch, i jus’ let her f-ckin show me
what she workin’ wit, let her f-ckin’ work the d-ck
yea it’s boy froot, all black wit the rillo split

ridin’ in the black jeep
posse on the f-ckin’ creep

[sharxxx]

black motherf-ckin’ boots, wit the steel–ss toe
i’m kickin’ in yo do’, i’m a fo-real -ss-ho
but i’m just lookin’ for a dealer who can sell me some dro
‘h-llo? yes? one quarter, can i get that to go?’
can i get that in black? can i see in the dark?
i’m sneakin’ up on that phillie that i been seein’ you spark
i beat you silly, then the shark is gonna chief in the park
black hoodie, black sky, listenin’ to some black ark
all black clothes, cuz i’m ‘bout the prowl
i don’t give no f-ck, b-tch, i’ma stab you with a trowel
i can tell you a chicken, cuz you be sittin’ in a pile
lil lily-livered b-tch, i’ma split you like an owl
you can say bullsh-t, but yo, you never come around
and my farm is always open, i’ma sell you by the pound
blackened to a crisp, black walls in my house
sharxxx is in this b-tch, dtp, we turn it out
black f-cking venomous bile
tendons i sever, don’t tell me to smile
just let me put on my black flag and i ride
cuz it’s my war, playa, you all gonna die
all (depressive) night (depressive)
b-tch, i been goin’ all night
and i don’t need none of this sh-t you call life
black blade cuttin’ these fools like slice, slice
mountain dew black, cuz i’m still so bev
don’t bother with the raps, cuz the beat’s so heav
you be dancin’ like you michael in the streets all day
i’m a k!ller, not a thriller, i will eat those legs
cannibal, always doin’ a cannonball in my pitch-black pool
black shades on my face, you couldn’t get this cool
don’t even know my own name, b-tch, i slept through school
black ‘cid on my brain, i’m f-ckin’ trippin’, dooooo(d)

[boy froot]

all the sh-t you thought you knew, no longer does apply to you
so i just get a rise out you, and now you gone be dyin’ too
look up at the sky with your eyes, it’s no longer blue
cuz it’s f-ckin black, b-ss slap, i’m despising you
b-tch you must be trippin’, caught yo -ss slippin’
know it’s boy froot, mack 10 that i’m grippin’
all black clothes, all black ski mask
chillin’ wit yo hoe, now she ‘bout to relapse
b-tch i’m creepin’ through the woods, smokin’ black backwoods
pistol go clack, weed sack, that good
yea i smoke a whole pound, and then i hit the ground
mix it wit some hash, get dat sh-t all around
and then i hear the sound of sirens in my town
ain’t n0body firin’ guns, they f-ckin’ drowned
yea i saw ‘em in the lake, they was beggin’ fo they life
now it’s too late so i’m lookin’ at my knife
should i cut ‘em up? i’ont f-ckin’ know
i put syrup in my cup an i’m movin’ real slow…

- depressive tongue posse

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