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letra de torch season - dick boston

[verse 1]
time ticking, ticking time
my n-ggas finna blow like a time bomb
ain’t n0body thinking about y’all n-ggas
ain’t n0body worried about y’all n-ggas
like spartans, a n-gga want to ball, n-gga
my n-ggas want it all n-gga
what’s my favorite word?
n-gga[x9]
f-ck all you n-ggas
b-tch is what i call these n-ggas
i leaned off the syrup
i ain’t no alcoholic n-gga
i’m like bob the builder because i work with hammers
ain’t taking no sh-t so they can’t stand us
y’all go lay down but your soul gon stand up
don’t play with my people from the sisters to grandmas
i’m mobbing, that’s to the b-tch n-gga who provoked the problems
bad yellow b-tch, and she popped a molly
i’m from the top, b-tch you know where to find me
y’all say i dress clean but i’m dressing grimy
i’m in a girl’s mind, i’m not g-y
she be like daddy put your name inside me
but i ain’t call her, she call me
n-ggas after -ss, i just had to laugh
n-ggas after -ss, i’m just after cash
i’m d-ck you p-ssy, i’m a star you a rookie
i’m about cheese, ratatouille
your b-tch my groupie
i’m the man in my city, you the fan in my city
we air it out in my city, no playing in my city
oakland, homicide in my city
code red in my city, they’ll catch you slipping in my city
no playing in my city, oakland
these n-ggas be feeling themselves like hands and lotion
when you touch a d-ck, tryna walk with swag
tryna look cool, walking with your b-tch while you hold your d-ck
real n-ggas i be wit it
really like your b-tch, when you walk better hold your b-tch
swenzy keep the coldest kicks
surfer boy, mister back door your b-tch
i’m rolling like a hamster wheel
just like my big brother big pill
tatted up like my big brother d-wilz
hunnit, i got fever up in my hand
if i put to your scalp you gon know how the heat feel
let that b-tch burn like meek mill
i [?] water just the way i give refills ho
don’t change on your n-ggas cuz how we feel ho
i’m real to this, just because you act true, you ain’t true to sh-t
f-ck around with them f-ck arounds, you gon f-ck around and meet a [?] stick
i’m clowned up like a k!ller clown, do you really want to play with it?
my demeanor’s sane, but my brain’s not
naw my brain’s not
resident evil apocalypse, their enemies get their brains shot
my appearance be on kkk, shout out to that boy with that grey day
i’m living good times, like jj, when a n-gga rolling up that reggae
trust her fellow, trust no friends, my life highlight like espn
purple r-t-rd to start like mice and men
darker than whoopi goldberg’s [?] skin
none of my n-ggas is gonna play, we gonna face death one day
so its knuckle up while the gunplay, cuz we don’t f-ck with n-ggas the long way
hold up, wait a minute, they ain’t thinking they gon really have gas like that
drills look wet with a cl!ck clack pow, on my waist 30 rounds with a long -ss mag
with a m-ss on that, only show them lips and eyes when a n-gga on they -ss
if a n-gga i’m with start snitching we disown their -ss

- dick boston

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