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letra de can you touch me? - espiahi

ismooth
espi, n-gga!
(c’mon…)
oh!
i feel good right now, n-gga!
(uh)
yeah!
let’s go
(look–)

verse 1
what it is party people? i’m here to rep’
that green tattoo all across her chest
man these women stay on me til i lose my breath
while y’all n-ggas looking at me like you ain’t impressed
(man i hate that n-gga)
don’t stress to a level that’ll make you act out
i’ll put you in a hold til you try to tap out
i don’t like guns, but i bought me some
it’s big bullets-small bullets i can give you some
when you hear it click-clack man it’s best you, run!
or get covered up like converted muzzlims
fools stay talkin’ mad greaseball sh-t
but see 4s and see they hardcore turn b-tch
zipcodes in the c.o
they know
the o-flow
is so pro-lific, holmes
if you don’t know me? homie, know now
i ran up in the game? with my own style
f-ggot

verse 2
i broke from the mainstream and made a creek
most didn’t swim in it ’til my name’s in streets
you’ve seen me on beats of your favorite actor
made hits with ’em now i’m that rapper
see me in the club? now i’m that cat
who had gashed that throat with jagged gl-ss
riiight, i get the clappin
i shoot rapid
when it’s problems? dog i take action
i take time when it comes to mine
to where i don’t hang much i ain’t got the time
i’m grown gotdammit don’t tell me sh-t
be it a bus stop or a drop-top with the v6?
know this–
i’m o so focused
no folk can stop my plague like locusts
the game needs me man it ain’t the same
so please know this face and know my name
(pretty, right?)

verse 3
for all y’all thinkin’ spittman’s a gonna
i went and got me a little college diploma
now go tell that to them goons you work for
i ain’t got time for attention wh0r-s
it took so long from flowin’ at lunchtime
to being onstage spittin’ more than punchlines
it got ill when i spit the sk!ll
’til these fraud mcs never fit the bill
i’m the, most best
huh, most fresh
those lookin’ to test will see spitt is the best
while i got both eyes on ya girlie’s breast?
you in the cut mad you ain’t got none yet
hairline goin’ back cause you so stressed
that i got a few tracks, i’m servin’ sess
yes i got cats in the place all angry
cause babygirl loves me and moist her panties, ewww

all my people in the place to be
go and get your hands up high with me

get your hands up high with me

you can’t touch me, dog

yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!

h-ll naw!

- espiahi

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