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letra de eggsyle (remix) - down6 x teri

[verse 1: teri]
exile ain’t make this beat for me
jpeg file of style who rolls my weed for me
k!ll me, it still take a while, have to get the heat from me
only difference maker buy-back when i need money
rent due, not wiretapped but i’m extra cool
still, run up on me unexpected, i’ma test a fool
donkey full of presents, a fiesta, dude
conk you with a weapon, that’s a messy room
on cue confetti destitute
out of lyrics, take a hit, take a seat
hold it in and suddenly it fill in like a data sheet
i wonder if the sh-t i say comes off as gracefully as when i made it
if it’s flagrant then i’ll state it, leave a vacant seat
pass as a chick, but honest, i miss those big pockets
couldn’t fit a rack in the fit without a magnetic strip or a chip
watch it, a ridge wallet could fit
but i’m naturally thick, so the sh-t on it could fracture a bit

[verse 2: down6]
crankin’ out straight hits, my fans are head-boppin’
lead poppin’ in your pancreas, stand and keep stompin’
ran pockets, time keep on tickin’, hear the grand clockin’
tick, tick, cl!ck, frank with this, yeah this man’s honest
bland so-called “prophets” promise me but never follow through
i definitely just don’t give a f-ck on what my hollows do
i cram and tote my moddest needs all in me, it’s my pharmaceutical
the coolest, though, the fools bewildered at how to fish the gold
it’s easy, b-tch, st–zy passin’ cds, you don’t see me fib
they bite me like a reese’s, beef is geasy, not a breezy mix
drown in a stream of fleetwood like i’m stevie nicks
free me from this 3d land of cheesy f-ckin’ greedy lips
swervin’ through the intersection, 3 a.m., no witnesses
the quirks of this medicine is i don’t got no f-cks to give
the rhyme interrupted by illiterate foul f-cks
who pause line-by-line like coke, but haven’t found a f-ckin’ buzz
drunken rush, square up, splittin’ f-ckin’ heads in two
musn’t fuss, fair luck, they already dead and doomed
wasn’t us, share trust, bled when i contribute
a dozen huffs, steam leds feds to our conference room
lay obtuse in the lawn chair by the pool
the sun is beamin’, yo’ mom’s there, we ain’t cool
the maid with juice, serve my parties from 8 to 2
i’m crawlin’ straight from my mattress to write me another tune, b-tch

- down6 x teri

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