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letra de guilty - faraway & lasiurus

[intro]
one, two
one, two, three, fart!

[verse i]
give me the microphone
i’mma put it on fire
what is it? saliva?
someone booted this guy or
give him a muzz… oh!
i know it’s c-roll
looking in my booth through the peephole
iranian, take this loopy -ss spier away
i’ll try to say
what i wrote on this pad
about another b-tch
(-faraway whispering-: hey, you lil’ punk)
i can’t hear a word that you said!
come here and stand near
there’s something more that you had
to speak up for?
‘cause i’mma give you a chance, so…
(hey!)
faraway!
are you satisfied with what you say?
j.a.c.k redd-ck
a.k.a dayday guy
it’s my aa
and in my dna
you’re dna, in the end k
and no n
i am dry and cold and
it’s the reason i mauled ‘em
girls, on every verse of this tape
now i’m called an brazen lazy-bones
for going as a foe on them
where is shoulder?
they said i gave a cold one, so

[hook]
i never woulda thought i went so far
girl, i never woulda thought that i went so far
girl, i never woulda thought that i went so far
never woulda thought that i went so far
i never woulda thought i went so far
girl, i never woulda thought that i went so far
and now you saying i’m guilty
in yo brick sh-t house
but i built it, (built it, built it, built it)

[verse ii faaaaraway]
bow-wow-wow, yippi-yoh, yippi-yay
when i’m walkin’ down the street
and i’m ready to play, ok!
grab that p-ssy, and i put it on fire
i’m f-cking it backwards
but no word behind ya
las wrote another f-cking chorus like a verse
i don’t know such a stubborn person in the whole universe
well, you ugly as h-ll, what’s your size?
“hmmm it’s double xl” ha-ha
save your fingers when i’m grinding my knife
when you stroking down your d-ck
i’m stroking down your wife “ohh”
i’m a jedi knight
on the pad i might use the force
my voice is my lightsaber
i’m quite notified
that you all do not care about the lyrics
but don’t dare to not stare on my miracle flow
when i spit it’s
better than snoop dogg
getting a wood smoked
another words: it’s doper
now i should c0ke, ‘cause…

[hook]

[verse iii]
sunday
i’m walking with emma
dooms!
she’s indicating with a finger a confection room
i said: “no, b-tch!
i ain’t buying you macaroons
i’m ‘boutta take ya to beirut cafe
and diss on a mac you soon
as i am through with this burger”
lurk in lavatory, oh
burr!
and make a purgatorial (-fart-)
memorial day for this cafe
you gotta call a plumber expert ‘cause
this toilet’s got a soul to unburden, ha
to your surprise i can’t recognize, like
almost every female singer, no wise
ah, sometimes i listen to nina simone
fantasizing she’s brute
i mean, a man, if she would
and i’m feeling good

[bridge]

- faraway lasiurus

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