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letra de itchin' for some more - embis

[intro: embis]
yeah

[verse 1: embis]
living reckless
not without the destruction though
a pen to checklist
checkin’ out at the f-ckin’ sto’
i spend my check and
this about to be a hunnid mo’
i get a neckless
the amount? i don’t f-ckin’ know
it’s been depressin’
walk around in the club alone
the bigger lesson
i am for vouchin’ for someone though
that is my weapon
just care about what i love and don’t
it sent a message
that you clowns do not run the show

[pre-chorus: embis]
don’t assume i’m weird
yeah, there’s two sides, hear
nothin’, know nothin’ ’bout me
ain’t gon’ lose time here
’cause right through my tears
i just threw my spears
to you foes walkin’ round me ’til the blue sky clear
was consumed by fear
in a true nightmare
ain’t no tellin’ which route that my crew might steer
so i cut them b-tches out
they some fools, my peers
you don’t wanna party
don’t want to consume five bears?
like what?
[chorus: embis]
b-tch, this is my house
(and i’ll push you out the door)
you can say i’m wylin’ out
(i won’t listen, i’ll ignore)
and i’ll what i allow
(empty bottles on the floor)
i could say goodbye now
(but i’m itching for some more)

[verse 2: embis]
man, what the f-ck you b-tchin’ ’bout?
it’s two shots
you stop me? man, i gotta you see fools try
to try me
you’d just be another to die
dude why weed ain’t legal
stick it to cops
you pop sh-t
i ain’t gonna stop the party two songs in
suck a d-ck motherf-cker
you can chew on this
swear to god
if any other f-ckin’ dude’s yawn then
i’m a make the room shake with a boom box, b-tch
shoot rockets
taggin’ thug life on some 2pac sh-t
i’m having fun
why would i choose to stop this?
only get one life
no tomorrow promised
got this urge, this beat
and i couldn’t resist
i’m provin’ all the doubters wrong who said i wouldn’t ascend
say i’ll be a paper pusher, b-tch
i’m pushin’ the pen
what you prefer up in your t–th, a f-ckin’ foot or a fist?
go drink p-ss, b-tch

[verse 3: matthew the artist]
got some motherf-ckers prayin’ on my downfall
no way i get praised for my southpaw
but the day’s gettin’ paid
so i doubt all
but the games ain’t the same
without smalls
pull up with a 445
boom-boom down
let it go into your mouth
boo hoo cry
and they’ll be blood
like a soo-woo opp
back on my new sh-t
imma go wreck it like a nuisance
feel so smooth
like it’s cool whip
imma bring it back to the blueprint
callin’ me a pimp, get it set back
thinkin’ that i gotta never get that
fold up and strong like a six-pack
imma get a b-tch with a thick ass
speak on my name
better show some respect
like i’m birdman
imma get a chick like i’m a [thurman?]
b-tch, haha
[chorus: embis]
ugh, b-tch, this is my house
(and i’ll push you out the door)
you can say i’m wylin’ out
(i won’t listen, i’ll ignore)
and i’ll what i allow
(empty bottles on the floor)
i could say goodbye now
(but i’m itching for some more)

- embis

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