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letra de bass (freestyle) - downtown

i’m letting off like an ak, i’m bout to ball like it’s game day (yeah)
i’m letting off like a melee, i want a grammy like shady (yeah)
b-tches be calling me crazy, i’m bout to shoot em on cam like its ray j (yeah)
all of these rappers don’t faze me, i’m k!llin’ tekashi for snitching on treyway
i’m going off like a car alarm
mof-ckas wanna know the art of war
if you’re doin all that you need a larger bomb
y’all ain’t even caring how the art was formed
f-ckin’ on your b-tch on the armoire
your b-tch blow o’s like baltimore
i put her in a spell lord voldemort
my sh-ts straight gas like carter iv
stairway to heaven get led involved
you can’t talk sh-t if your head is off
f-ck around and get sent to god
send you off in my synagogue
hold up wait a minute, let me vent to y’all
a mof-ckas feeling like he’s dead to y’all
i’m the next to rise, you the next to fall
resurrect the god like edmund charles
i need a bigger amount, homie, go sit on the couch (yeah)
i finally figured it out, why i would trigger the doubt (yeah)
boy i move knicks like spike lee
k!ll you in a white tee
b-tch you a hype beast
wouldn’t wanna fight me
juice like hi-c
think i need a iv
bringing a storm to the world like i’m kylie
brainstorm, it’s a straight bomb
lettin k’s off, should’ve stayed home
bringing napalm to your dame’s home
it’s the same song, what i write, man you can’t wrong
pink mink like i’m cam’ron
high like a dragon, fly like aladdin
beat gettin dragged on, know that you can’t run
sting you like rays, i got hitters in tampa
murking the beat like merkules
open the b-tch like surgery
i heard the beat and murked the beat
it occurred to me, to serve the dream in search for peace
b-tches wanna ride my wave
i don’t really want em getting in my way
feeling like tom was in 2008, basically saying i’m needing mysp-ce
i’m grilling y’all like a sp-ce heater
snitches be singing like they bieber
they tapping your line with the same beeper
king of new york like they names jeter
she could leave now, but the game needs her
at westside bar with a lame diva
she was smart but she never got brains either
now we never see her like john cena (aye)
homie, go sit on the couch, i need a bigger amount (yeah)
i’m dumping the clip in your mouth, i’m dumping the clip in your mouth (yeah)
homie, my zipper is out, i’m putting my d-ck in your spouse (yeah)
i’m sliding it in and then out, i’m sliding it in and then out (yeah)
you gon be headless, shouldn’t said sh-t, you gon be dead b-tch
you gon regret this, lyrical murder is what i’m obsessed with
homie, i’m reckless, leaving your mom and your son in the trenches
i am the best b-tch, that man will be red like the brother of method
i got an album coming february 21st
if a p-ssy f-ck with me, i’mma put em in the dirt
i’mma put em in a casket make his family wear his shirt
sweeter than some candy, he ain’t nothing but a nerd
hey b-tch, this trigger is out, you better go lift up your blouse
hey look, you figured it out, i’m putting my kids in your mouth
that line about method, came from my penmen, i am aggressive
i am the best b-tch, i’ll smack your tooth out if you say that i’m less b-tch
your b-tch is s-xin, she g.i. joe kung fu, cause she got the best grip
you got a death wish
tripping on a mic cord, that’s what i call set trip
google maps, gps, that’s what i call set trip
your b-tch is wet, drip
she a whole snack, better get chips
i don’t give a f-ck about y’all
if you disagree you can suck on my b-lls
the moon and the sun gon fall if you ever try to say i f-ckin fell off
i would never write a tell all, leave the for 6ix9ine while he’s in a cell wall
look at how they can confess
i beat my demons, they chained to the bed
this sh-t just came from the head
the pad is a page that i rape with a pen
i stay in this game, i’m obsessed
this sh-t is dope like you’re taking your meds
i’m walter white baking some meth
that’s why i dropped this on the same day as em
i’m the greatest in the world
i got haters that i curve
i got paper that i earned
i’mma lay you in the dirt
this man town done done it
you gon see the whole d-mn rap game plummet
shoutout that man hopsin you ain’t seen my lil white -ss comin’

- downtown

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