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letra de e&f cypher - ezruh

[verse one: luracks]
(luracks)
a-team sh-t, n-gga

thug and future, i get super slimey
ran off on a plug, i get super grimey
in new york, b-tches tryna line me
762 god if he feelin’ sheisty
223s all up in his body
i feel safe, ’cause the pole beside me
trinidad james when i pop a molly
my old white b-tch name is holly
in best buy punchin’ sh-t like ali
my arab plug only speak bengali
two twin glocks if he tryna copy
he out of jail, now he act like bobby
i’m not yeat, i ain’t ever sorry
i keep drac’s up in the ferrari

[verse two: kj2ugly]
bro i need that money, a$ap (?)
n-gga i’m wearing vlone like (?)
mе and racks got h-lla sticks in the party
b-tch i stay with an iron man like jarvis
b-tch, wе’re in a tesla, i’m not parking it
f-ck a push-to-start, my phone starts it
my plug is foreign, she used to be a (?)
happy ass n-gga look like ken carson
n-gga i might instigate sh-t, but i don’t start sh-t
i might just whip a n-gga with the poolstick
this n-gga ending communication with his music
i light a backwood, then i pull it
this sh-t a backwood, this sh-t pulling
bro if i see the police, n-gga, i’ma pull it
n-ggas in the h-llcat, this sh-t pulling
watch out for the feds, n-gga, they’re building
{verse three: splitzismyname]
this ain’t no fortnite, i ain’t building
i feel like michael jackson, catching bodies is thrilling
i’m coming down through the ceiling
i’m off a yerc right now, i ain’t feeling, aye
these n-ggas b-tches like ellen
inn the field rocking black and white clothes like a felon
smoking that gas in the back, they can smell it
these n-ggas jace in that court, they tellin
i got way too many glocks in the sprinter
my chopper is hungry, it eat you for dinner
too hot for these b-tches, i don’t need a coat in the winter
these n-ggas be rats like master splitner
i feel like vader, i am your father
ran down on my block, now he using a walker
my money blue, this ain’t no copper
don’t spam hoes, n-gga , i’m not a stalker

[verse four: smokingskul]
i’m not a f-ggot, luh jay
i’m ’bouta punch a n-gga like i’m (?)
b-tch, i’m rollin’ like a tre
when we slide on the opps grave
i feel like a guardian with the rocket
feel like joe goldberg how i stalk it
f-ck a will smith-y i’ma glock it
shoot him in his leg, make that n-gga walk it
i got bape on like i’m soulja
(?) hate n-ggas like doja
i’m off perc, can’t keep compusure
i’m in that backseat like i’m rosa
(?)
we knock his dreads off just like lil wayne
all white tracksuit ’cause i’m insane
[verse five: hollowtiphero]
i’m on the beat, niga i’m with lil kj
i’m finna spin his sh-t like a beyblade
lil baby glock, take it on a playdate
that n-gga seen a stick, made him vacate
that n-gga seen a stick, hit the (?)
gas got me lookin’ chinese
twin glocks like they siamese
twin glocks, so the feds can’t line me
on the block, i got twin right beside me
say he gon’ slide, he ain’t sliding
b-tch i’m with gang, get to sliming
with gang, finna slime out, yuh
on the block, that’s my hideout, yuh
n-gga, if i’m on that come and find out, yuh
you don’t got a glock, what you tryna lie ’bout? yuh

[verse six: sixoceans]
ran up, he got sent to that white chalk
you in my gang, stay on my block
striped out like i play for the white sox
ran up, he ain’t leaving that white (?)
with smoke in this sh-t cooking white rocks
b-tch, i’m cooking white up in that kitchen
she wanna f-ck, so then i listen
two glocks on me, i leave him wishing
he done got jugged and now he b-tching
two white hoes (?)
kick sh-t with my twin like fifa
don’t f-ck with n-ggas (?)
b-tch, i’m not in the industry, mia khalifa
but i know n-ggas who would k!ll for that bag
b-tch, i got hollow tips loaded up in the mag
he got jugged, n-gga, man you going out sad

- ezruh

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