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letra de lights out - evilmane

i will catch you slippin’
lights out
stars go missin’
comin’ at me sideways
how we do it? my way
i’m still livinn’ with my pops
the f-ck u gonna say?

rolinn’ doja, left the homie with the motive
on the corner
came fron nothin’
smoking the marijuana, raw the stoner
serving the plugs
so they can deal with the fiends
i ain’t’ got time for these beans
makin’ so many trips
i feel like i’m livin’ in the 15
mossburg loaded
if i gotta leave em’ folded
thought i told ya
i will roll ya
like the blunt
and then i smoke ya

now i ain’t a gangster
but if you wanna take me as a b-tch
i show you what the f-ck this is
i take no sh-t
i hold my own
i´ve lived to be the one man army
actin’ like they gonna harm me
don’t even f-ckin´get me started
i will end ya pity party
so what the f-ck you gonna do?
when life is crashin’ onto you?
tired livinn´in the zoo
gonna make it swiftly through
i´m looking far back
how much i grew
but i still new
up in this matrix
i am hated
with the faces
made of two, you cannot faze me
b-tch

i’m ´bout to spark this blunt
so where my f-ckin’ brothers at?

stayin’ low, paper cashin’, gotta get the bag
flippin’ another stack
spinnin’ im trippin’ cuz that wood too fat
and now i need a dab of lifted dreams
i do not want yo cr-p

i will catch you slippin’
lights out
stars go missin'(x2)

residing with the wolf and crow
no homie, i don’t f-ck with blow
i gotta keep my steady flow
i’m nodding off that dirty dope

that xanax got you stuttering like a b-tch
i know you need them, pills to cope
so quit ya’ talking, ‘fore i get to socking
i will watch you hit another low
choke
’till they croak
slow from the rope
oh no, you f-cking don’t
og in the zone
phomies get the pistol chrome
homies only in my phone
dosidos up in my smoke
i’m kickin’ it back up in the home
the smoke is dissipating while i’m getting faded
stated that i’m underrated
hoe, my lungs are always vacant
for that crazy, overrated mothaf-ckas
i will carry
this mothaf-ckin’ game
you hate it
cus’ i made it
i don´t care ho

strike one, i go rambo
strike two, thast’s you, yo, grab the pole
strike three, das me, r.i.p to all my f.o.e.s
you suckas are built too b-tch and soft
i’ve heard it all so f-ck ’em all

i will catch you slippin’
lights out
stars go missin’………

- evilmane

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