letra de destroyed sins - edward po$o
[intro:] this is when we raise the underground culture, take it all the to the south and show what we about, see my name i’m gonna show and explain about this insane craze
[verse 1:edward po$o] every time i love satan, my family thought i was taken, i’m repping bronx from the making, i’m rolling blunts with jamaicans, you n-ggas thought you famous, i’m full of love and this hateness, i’m back to h-ll where i came with, with all these devils and satans, where’s the umbrella its raining the waters turning to flaming, i’m getting b-tches who’s claiming, i understand what saying. (oh baby)
[hook]:(4x) i sell my soul just for him, he gave me back my b-tches, now he’s controlling within, and he’s destroying my sins. (sh-t)
[verse 2:edward po$o] now this is underground rap, and satans come to attack, just watch your back where you at, your just another hood rat, i roll this blunt in my trap, i point this gun up your -ss, you thought you coming right back? no satans come to attack,i live the life that i’m at, i’m underground with these cats, yeo carlos where’s the weed at?, i’m trynna count this mean stack, my b-tches and they mean -ss, my n-ggas with the ski mask, who k!lls and smoke there weed at. (ha yo my n-gga i’ve seen that)
[hook:] (4x) i sell my soul just for him, he gave back my b-tches, now he’s controlling within, and he’s destroying my sins. (sh-t)
[verse 3:edward po$o] i have my demon agreements, my weed, my ricans stay schemin and this e treatment i’m eating that makes me sleeping i’m tweakin, what am i saying, my demon? (hold up)… i’m illuminati, i shot you with my shotie, one hundred round of bodies, my n-ggas pop a molly, i roll a blunt and copy, we mobbing in your lobby you b-tches call me papi n-ggas tryna vote for romney all my b-tches feeling naughty, o here’s the paparazzi i feel like everybody forgot i’m just a hobby with satan who’s just behind me, (he stop me from all this crying) uh i’m like a satan mc tryna eat that p-ssy gonna roll up weed, tryna stack up this breed, all my b-tches feel concede cause i’m always t.y.b, m.o.b money everything n-ggas be lowkey i’m done homie
[hook:] (4x) i sell my soul just for just for him, he gave me back my b-tches, now he’s controlling within, and he’s destroying my sin. (sh-t)
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