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letra de bold tune - down6

(verse)
okay, i feel this beat out, care to kneel for me or get out
bare with meals that feeds a beast, wow
close my eyes, i cannot see now
vocalize, i plan now, keep out
quite a mind that keeps a lead, how?
just because a-double-d now
smoothest brain, no wrinkles, increase thou
style on the freestyle, mild with a freak, defile
deeds in any scene, vile teen’s in the creek, wildly
act a fool, never been to no afterschool
no sacks of cash or flashy jewels to pass me off as acting cool
burnouts in the parking lot, you’re not cool, ya just a f-g
lambo in the car garage, pooled around by b-tching hags
no tax yet, i ain’t flip no bricks, accent with a mono pinch
i wanna win the lotto, sh-t i’d be so f-cking off this grid
and outta here, you ain’t gonna see these eyes again
lies fly out the atmosphere, comply or comprehend
everything, ill shove ya hollowness into a pit of quick sand
im sleepy, having withdrawls, follow the switch and listen
stuck with twisted visions, wisdom follows sick ambition
liquid quickly guzzled in the kitchen, sorrow for a smart decision
heart broke, hear the faucet dripping, hot shot throw up in the kitchen
not hard to keep up yo facade, the illnesses stay pimping
windows tinted, bimbo stunting, no limit to this summit
yo image finna plummet, no coherent thought’ll summon
coddled flocks of unwilling, dwellers, storming in no matter the weather
fathom the header, of the fastest, elastic styles stretch with pleasure
crack em like three eggs.. measure the liquid
temperature seeps in, hottest degree’s, men
acting like jesus, when presenting the thesis
i circle with peace, then, attack without a peep
i dont stack plaques for greed, actually, rapper’s see
how i perceive these stacks with ease, imagine then make a masterpiece
sling halo’s like im master cheif, pay load a catastrophe
hey hoe wanna tap this beast? im not free for any hag who breathes
(bridge)
get me out
get me outta here
get me outta here
get me out
what the f-ck
get me out
where am i at?
the f-ck
im dreamin

(chorus)
mic check, one two, kick em out like kung fu
lie dead, won’t move, coldest with the bold tune
folded when ya show’s due, motive gross like cold brew
hold ya pity ass excuse, why lash when in the wrong dude

(outro)
mic check, one two, kick em out like kung fu
mic check
mic check
1, 2

- down6

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