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letra de anotha wild freestyle - devin the dude

blyne rob!

ow, another m-th-f-ckin’ wild freestyle
hot sh-t, who thought that i’ll be mild?
mouth be foul, south beach bound
on a wall of titties poppin’ out like ploaw
holy cow, i guess i’ll just enjoy the view
fire up some weed and some good barbeque
f-ck up the brisket it’s gone be too hard to chew
“well sh-t, i admit, i’m good on that pit, but i lost a few”
toss a few brews up, last night i threw up so today i’m gonna take it light, just trying to make it right
now it take my body a little longer to heal
and my gal think my bone needs a pill
but it don’t and she’s sadly mistaken
but it’s badly achin’ cause last night it was taking a beating, skeeting between cheeks of freaks
as i pinned my meat in the valley of twin peaks
chin leaks when i finish with her
she wants some tender vittles
no fancy restaurant for me, you know i’ll spend a little
she tried to cook, but a n-gga didn’t want it
had stuffed bell peppers with the sticker still on it
doggone it, i guess i’ll take some macaroni
with that government cheese, f-ck are those, chickpeas?
d-ck tease? leave her. bout to meet laquita, hit her with the skeeta
and try not to leave it in her beaver
my brother’s keeper and my brothers keep me
higher than a muthf-cka, they know where the weed be
i be looking sleepy but i’m really wide awoke, disappear behind the smoke like dyna mote(?)
but then, abracadabra laugh if you haveta slap a few rappers, make em practice, and take a few laps and wake a few nappers
who been sleeping but still peeping what i’m speaking, keeping notes in their books, but i know that they’re crooks
(they be) daily patiently waiting making me crazy lately
(laughing) some of em love me, some of them shaky-shaky
(who’s knows?) maybe they hate me, maybe their heart is achy breaky
(when i) give em the meat and potatoes they want extra gravy (yeah)
if simon is simple i’m just a pimple ready to bust
spiritual lyrical still a fool, devin’ll cuss
but rarely notable, hip-hop quotable
used to pack the boom box, ‘member when they was portable?
so cool, old school no school rule (yeah boy!)
-gonna rock this muthf-cka like we supposed to fool-
like the rhyme to the rhythm, i’m finna give em
the d-e-v like b-i-z them ‘doo doo’ boo boo-ism
and if the shoe do fit em then put the f-ckers on
and if you got some bad feet got to shuck your corns
what the f-ck you on if you f-ckin’ with me?
oh, you found out that she was sucking my d?

- devin the dude

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