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letra de poundcake 18' - dot cromwell

verse 2:
a hundred shots from my pen, thats a led shower/
the only chrome that you cl!cking is a web browser/
it was ratchet when them ratchets got bung off/
i bung jawns, hitt’em and quit’em that sh-ts a one-off/
i’m still on a high that i can’t come off/
i wack every star that you feeling and knock the sun off/
n-ggas moonlighting as rappers, get that body caught/
n-ggas wanna eat with us, but we out of forks/
i used to dodge from the coppers, i ignore the pork/
you how the u.s. be (usb) they search me at the port/
going through my bags, finna make me miss a flight/
no wonder n-ggas burning down a walgreens tonight/
darren k!lled mike, trayvon got iced/
if ray rice wife was white, that be life/
as long as we dying, or k!lling each other/
i guess its all the same to this rich motherf-ckers/
put on my shoes, walk a mile in my chuckas/
lil n-ggas going to school with box cutters/
lil n-ggas big -ss tools, bigger choppers/
i made more dollars start f-cking with bigger problems/
i made more dollars start f-cking with different women/
always od, i’m pushing it to a limit/
heard i’m ice cold, she had to pay me a visit/
ice cold b, my hearts below frigid/
holding 22’s from jump street, this ain’t channing/
look/
man on fire, no dakota fanning/
in and out your city, touchdown like a manning/
my thoughts is all over the place, my sh-ts panning/
mix my tracks down, loop my beats up/
it’s always real sh-t here whenever we link up/

verse 2:
the pen is working, i’m back at it we clocked in/
round all these beautiful devils it’s hard to not sin/
levels and levels, i climbed up outta the ghetto/
then turned myself to geppetto, no touching that break pedal/
kings understand kings/
servants understand rings/
shiny things i acquire, cuz i sing lyrics fire/
anybody out now/
sure they see the clout now, i’m on cloud nine/
what you want now? get from round mine/
i mean, n-ggas that know this really, really they know whats up/
n-ggas fold on call, can’t even call ya bluff/
no hooks, just stiff jabs and uppercuts/
watch me jump between these lines like it’s double dutch/
some n-ggas say they love you winning, but really they hate it/
you gotta learn who’s gold & who’s gold plated/
bars on tabasco, since skating round in paschal/
i’m really rapping round half rappers, i’m such an -ssh0l-/
so many styles, i could never get bored/
keep all my women in file, thats an emory board/
bar’n n-ggas up thats what they’ll remember me for/
a hook here, a hook there, but ummm really i’m raw/
n-ggas got wheelchair legs, eating meals through a straw/
can’t fall in love with this life, at every corners the law/
view the azzure through the droptop, no one in my way/
minus the s-xual preference i’m probably dorian gray/
full of sin/

- dot cromwell

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