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letra de 12:30am freestyle - enphamus

[intro:]
seven, [?]
k6, it be hard

[verse:]
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem
it started ‘fore i started rockin’ two chains
artillery be buried in the hood, talkin’ poles in the ground like lil’ corey and blue flame
a .38 special what i’m havin’ for a p-ssy at the buzzer, b-tch, jordan in the flu game
i never met curtis, or calvin, or jasmine, but felt like i do ’cause i knew pain
my whole life, i grew up the black sheep
don’t know what that mean, n-gga, ask me
it means that you surpassed the means and got threw off the team when you filled up the stat sheet
it means that you meant for the league, but yo’ talent wasn’t seen, you just shined in the back seat
it means that you ran ‘cross the country while tired and hungry, and didn’t make the track meet
only way a n-gga rappin’ close to 90
is if he use a rubber when he f-ck the b-tch behind me
they asked me what would be the worst, if i had to define me
just a n-gga who gon’ shake the world like haiti if they sign me
i just won a dog
how the f-ck they comfortable enough to make me underdog?
i could wake the f-ckin’ nation up in my pajamas, dog
tellin’ you if i don’t fall asleep, then i’m the one to call
tellin’ you, the terroristic tank, i’m who obama call
what the f-ck a p-wn to a king, p-ssy?
tell me, who is a lebron to kareem, p-ssy?
tell me, what is robitussin to some lean, p-ssy?
what’s the difference ‘tween the future and a dream, p-ssy?
i don’t need good luck, baby, i ain’t charlie
i want his gun, and i’ma strong arm charles barkley
i’m not a family guy, somehow i got the dog talkin’
i treat a bad b-tch like, “sit,” and had a b-tch barkin’
all this rap sh-t got me questionin’ myself
i don’t make it in this sh-t, then i’m finessin’ for my wealth
i took a l, but that’s a’ight, it was a lesson to myself
b-tch, i’m the biggest in the club, i need a section to myself
only time a b-tch out-rappin’ me is christmas eve
i took the box off my gun to let the switches breathe
i gotta’ bag back up, i let the b-tches leave
my arm tight as my shirt, i had to [?] a sleeve
money different colors like it’s fentanyl
tried to run off wit’ this sh-t, i swear you’ll run into a brick wall
i’m a trick, but if you average, all i got for you is big b-lls
i promise i ain’t leavin’, i been at this sh-t for six falls
i’m the biggest nut dropper, i got six b-lls
the only time i see “declined” is from a missed call
i handle business, p-ssy, i don’t gotta’ diss y’all
i got [?] by this sh-t, i’m finna’ risk all
that means i’m in a box wit’ tyson if i got to
trench b-tch wit’ good [?], i got that b-tch on lock too
come shop wit’ us, we givin’ out more bags than a drive-thru
bae, i got blood on my hands, ain’t tryna hide you
if i pop another bar, i might get high as eminem
if he clumsy wit’ his arm, he gon’ f-ck ’round and lose a limb
high-speedin’ from gsp, i might f-ck ’round and lose a rim
i treat a bad b-tch like sh-t, i keep losin’ her like she kim
[outro:]
f-ck

- enphamus

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