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letra de ftw - emilio rojas

[verse 1:]
ain’t n-body put a gun to your head and then made you
listen
a lot of you, i’d rather be dead then trade positions
you b-tches will get to dissing my b-tches will get to
dripping
you b-tches will get to fixing dinner in pots i p-ss in
and i’m not a politician, indifferent to making fans
cause i’d rather shake an infant than trip over shaking
hands
d-mn and i’m making a stand, like a witness and i’m
making ’em mad
hit list when i get into the lab and i hit ’em with a
punch and i hit ’em with a ji-ji-jab
anybody wanna fight him, i’m tyson before the flab
and they never gonna make it rain with them itty bitty
lames can’t hail a cab
my b-tches thick, i’ll put that ripple in they -ss
while you trying not to stare like when a cripple
tripping past
anybody asking for favors on they behaves
i’m debting you less is revenue, then you can do the
math
huh, my boo is mad that i’m buzzing, she’s scared i’m
moving on
a stubborn motherf-cker i stuck with her just to prove
her wrong
let that go, i don’t really got to sweat ’em, i’m a
dead that though
alzheimers for hymens and that’s why they so
forgettable
pitiful, better when i’m in the middle of a psycho
episode
the good are dying young but i’m trying to live forever
so

[chorus: emilio rojas]
my att-tude is f-ck you
asking who the f-ck is you
you f-ckers wanna f-ck with me i promise i’m a f-ck you
f-ck you, f-cker this is what the f-ck that it’s comes
to
f-ck the world don’t ask me for sh-t
so now my tt-tude is f-ck you
asking who the f-ck is you
you f-ckers wanna f-ck with me i promise i’m a f-ck you
f-ck you, f-cker this is what the f-ck that it’s comes
to
f-ck the world don’t ask me for sh-t

[verse 2: killer mike]
my att-tude is that of a problem child in an after
school
probably this way cause i was forced to come after
dudes
that was fully lame in the game and wasn’t half as cool
as this fat fly flashy dude that’s satin smooth
satin smooth flow n-gg-
opposite of hoe n-gg-
better get about your grind, your cheese, your cheddar,
your hustle your flow n-gg-
you say f-ck me, no h-m- promo, i’ll f-ck your hoe
n-gg-
so ’bout mine, if you take mine, i’ll show up with two
more n-gg-
tell you, i appreciate you taking that [?], some pro
killers
tell honey that she worry ’bout no money she f-ck with
broke n-gg-s
i would tell her f-ck her but nah, i ain’t a hope giver
i would tell you, f-ck you lame but i don’t go n-gg-
ain’t no eddie long over here, i rap for dope n-gg-
keep my shooting on steady strong i got a scope n-gg-
for all you sucka duck -ss n-gg-s and hater crews
you say motherf-ck me?
nah, “motherf-ck you!

- emilio rojas

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