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letra de sophisticated gentlemen - e murda & sleeping with shoes on

[intro: e murda]
e murda
bornbaked records

[verse 1: e murda]
sophisticated gentlemen sh-t
yeah, he cool, but he ain’t gon’ get you wetter than this (ain’t gon’ get you wetter)
wish you the best, but it ain’t gon’ get better than this (that sh-t ain’t gon’ get better)
in competition with myself, i can’t discredit my wrist
my bars raw, like we machetin’ the brick (my bars raw)
he disrespected, he get sent to the spit
that block he reppin’, it get spun ’til he hit (bo, bo, bo, bo)
li’l brodiе cashing junkies checks in from the first to thе fifth
we from the bottom this for [?]
it’s repercussions, we signed up for this sh-t (we signed up for)
it’s “free my brother” he got lined for a brick (free [?])
and free shots, ’cause he was bl!ckin’ when they came for the l!ck (bo, bo, bo, bo)
you come for ours, then you get banged in your sh-t (bo, bo, bo, bo)
the loved ones closest to you will do the strangest sh-t (that’s real sh-t)
that’s why i always ride with things in the whip (i keep it on me)
it come off strange to get flipped (bo, bo, bo, bo)
we rearranging your sh-t (bo, bo, bo, bo)
that’s raw gutter, i’m puttin’ paint in the brick (puttin’ paint in the brick)
these brand new fresh out the box, i’m talking stainless equipped (brand new glocks)
and he get caught for any crimes, then he ain’t namin’ them sh-t (ain’t say a word)
he just paradin’ the fifth (i play the fifth)
yeah, he ain’t namin’ them sh-t (i ain’t sayin’ sh-t)
[verse 2: ransom]
don’t make me put your name on this clip (don’t do it)
’cause no matter how tough you’re actin’, your role ain’t changin’ the script (bleh)
i remain the greatest (aha)
’cause they’ll find your whole remains in a ditch (ha)
i’ll degrade your playlist
my flows mixed with novacane and a brick (yes sir)
they ain’t never been nothing like ran (never)
there’s not a single n-gga that can do exactly what i can (not one)
don’t get beat up with this drum machine, speaker boxes on mic stand
i speak obnoxious, they like “d-mn”
don’t get too close when i’m working and breathe the toxins from white grams
douffle bag and e murda (aha)
lawlessness (yeah), awful sh-t (yeah), be forced to strip
and give up your jewels when you come across this sh-t (do that)
it’s purge night
and y’all can’t stomach this, because you soft as sh-t
you heard right (heard right)
y’all ain’t never really wanted it, so take your loss and dip (take that and be out dog)
say my name, what that drama ’bout?
think i’m a slouch? don’t be shocked when blood get stained on your mamas couch (ha)
i stomped them out (i did it)
i guess now you can say i’m a big stepper a bit extra (ah)
but this sh-t cancerous, i let that sig stretch you (bleh)

[instrumental]
[outro]
¿para qué envidiar a quien tuvo tu cuerpo?
si hoy estará muerto porque ya no me amas

- e murda sleeping with shoes on

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