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letra de rusty stainless - eto

[intro: willie the kid]
champagne rap forever (statik selektah)
what i told you, e?
rusty stainless (i’m tellin’ you, my n-gga)
it’s tcp (yeah)
ayy, yo (yeah)

[verse 1: willie the kid]
pour the chambord, shop for chandeliers
i’m leery when the coast clears, it feels eerie
catch me out in eerie makin’ money off beer
my white boy play the center like bill laimbeer
i’m lampin’, shrimp scampi, scantily-clad ladies
scalawags with cali tags, rented mercedes
sadie hawkins when i’m sl!ck talkin’
i keep the hawk for you n-ggas gawkin’
i put gauze on your face
hospital bills you can’t afford, praise the lord
i got paid for world tours and stayed the course
of course, midwest willie, the crown prince
this rap money from ’06
you can have my old b-tch, i bubble like bowl wicks
this new money (supreme, n-gga)
tech startups, nightclubs, it’s 2020
in hindsight, got my mind right
i’m seein’ dudes doin’ anything for a klondike
my trick like a clydesdale, the black walter cronkite, i’m callin’ plays
in disguise, no cosplay, i’m all day
active, you n-ggas focused on the wrong things
we take your personal belongings, your arm in a sling
[verse 2: eto]
my mama is king, she warn me ’bout the drama it brings
hurt me to my heart and it stings
but i was feelin’ like mike when he walked in the ring
couldn’t clean the rusty stainless, had to toss it and swing
made an exit, won’t be them n-ggas that they respected once
they was b-tter-soft, i avirex-ed it
them days were hectic, gettin’ over the hump, huh
handguns on our laps, pumps go in the trunk, uh-huh

[verse 3: rome streetz]
the penmanship got me top-tier mentionin’
you lames don’t fit the criteria for the membership
i dismember members of your clique and make it interesting
you’re all my infants, this is enfamil for your benefit
we took trips with fire in the fender out to michigan
feds’ll need forensics if you f-ckin’ with my dividends (y’all n-ggas dead)
seen smart n-ggas get mad time for lackin’ discipline (free my n-ggas)
’cause razorblades leave horseshoe scars and rip the skin
my bars a montage of drug deals through the windows of cars
weed in cigars, knowin’ i’m guardin’ the boulevard
new york disposition, keep me with a pretty chick to dip my d-ck in
and a steady flow of chicken like church’s kitchen
disregard the church to sin with the villains
f-ck your feelings, they never measure up to all this dust we dealin’
but on the other side, the evil bucks is what’s appealin’ (money)
need it to stack up and bust the ceiling
the work white like elephant’s tusk, they sniff the stuff and l!ck it
off the table and it’s residue after they hit it
well-connected, but ain’t no need to get specific
like acid trips, the sh-t i kick is vivid, illicit
[outro]
(statik selektah)

- eto

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