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letra de switchblade flow - draveli

[pre-verse]
ay ay ay, uh

[chorus]
i’m feelin’ slow like a slug how i move while you snooze (snooze)
i’m a baby faced k!ller (k!ller k!ller) leave yo’ head stay droolin’
i’m cool with the walk, and the wrist drippin’ faucet
i move like a sloth and my fists do the talkin’

[verse 1]
stumble on the beat, beat it up like an opp (beat it up)
think you cutthroat you not, you just talkin’, you talkin’
like a b-tch, like a snitch huh (b-tchmade ass)
you is not with the sh-ts huh
you don’t really really rock with yo’ clique (don’t rock)
you don’t really really rock with yo’ clique (how the f-ck y’all not rock with yo’ clique)
look, you’s a b-tchmade hoe
gone get cut up with my switchblade flows
tiptoe ’round thе block, lurkin’ in the night
i’m lookin’ for an opp, make him see the light
i put him in this forty’s sight
makе him dance like he jackson, i might k!ll (michael) him tonight
go run these bills up for life
the money makes chilling nights
feel a whole lot warmer, this chip on my shoulder
this clip cause disorder, bullets feel like boulders
death gripping yo’ soul, b-tch go slip in a coma
i spit sl!ck pneumonia, think best when i’m lonelier
the rest of you rappers can’t contest me y’all phony ye
yo’ chest out of breath, yo’ success is below me, holy, uh
[chorus]
but i’m feelin’ slow like a slug how i move while you snooze (snooze)
i’m a baby faced k!ller (k!ller k!ller) leave yo’ head stay droolin’
i’m cool with the walk, wrist drippin’ faucet

[verse 2]
call me roddy ricch b-tch you’d get boxed in (roddy)
rock yo’ jaw, swing on your homies and pop ’em
can’t stop him from looking up, his eyes to the sky
i put wings on his back cause he said he wanna fly
he said he tryna slide, up the glock taking lives
ain’t no shock once he dies
just another homicide
just another momma crying
bout her child in the mud
with his smile filled with blood
my oh my what it was

[chorus]
i’m feelin slow like a slug how i move while you snooze, i’m a baby faced k!ller leave your head stay drooling, i’m cool with the walk, and the wrist dripping faucet, i move like a sloth and my fists do the talkin

[verse 3]
look, i’m not him, never will be
he talkin’ down on his day ones sayin’ “they gone k!ll me”
always rah rah endless cappin’
say he always ’bout that action
but he really just be actin, wait wait wait
your bars ain’t sh-t to me
i grab the light from this pen and i wrote it down, i make history
you can’t spit more bars than 4 bars that sound like sh-t
you got no symphony, your b-tch gone sin for me
she gone throw it back, bend over and swallow
stack racks you gone sit back and wallow in misery
this sh-t be k!lling me
how y’all be milli vanilli with lyrics you stealin’
i really be hittin’ no misses (hittin’ ’em)
really be spittin’ to k!ll them instead of pretendin’ like i’m with that sh-t (b-tch)
free all the spirits within me
they really be fienin’ for chaos and routes that ain’t scenic
to get to where they wanna they feelin real needy
i might just indulge ’em i’m feelin real greedy
i grab a tommy throw a fit, then he’ll figure it out (figure what?)
what i do for the count
how i move when in doubt
who i’d shoot for a pouch(boom boom)
he can’t move like me prove that we never amount
throwing stones when i grow he just spews word of mouth
imma roll when alone grip the pole in the crowd
put the chrome to his dome send his soul to the clouds

- draveli

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