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letra de mental case - fat ray

[intro]
bruiser brigade
the buy is set, and the pusher must get to his supply casually, without any obvious [?]
in this case, he moves away, simply to remove the sticks from his cigarette pack (bru)
even the most casual observation is feared
anyone could blow [?] (drugs)
so play it cool

[verse]
f-ck it, we gon’ do this sh-t the hard way
b-tch i did it, had to get it out the hallway
to a big from a small plate
from them used jeans to them balmains
you know the language, it was all slang
we brought the bangers into ball games
please don’t put yo’ fingers in that dog cage
you gotta study when you call plays
they out here murdering in broad day
you from the block, it’s not at all safe
this sh-t is tighter than a crawlsp-ce
you see that fire on my dog waist
his lil’ brother was a cold case, he in a bold place
we in the cuddy with the bowl plates
we lucky if we make it home safe
he chuggin’ [?] patron straight
he l!cked the blunt and looked at me like “play yo’ song, ray
you know i f-ck with you the long way”
i [?] turned the wrong way
i thought you knew where babygirl stay?
he say “i do, i’m ’bout to shoot through lil’ girl place”
i said “i knew you was a mental case
you know that n-gga playing with the jake?”
he said “that n-gga straight”
i’m finna let him cop this lil’ weight
i can’t be scared to get this f-cking cake
plus, we can let them lil’ b-tches wait
they ain’t gon’ help me drive no f-cking wraith
i say “you know we in the f-cking scr-pe”
that lil’ money got you chummy with a n-gga that’ll get you ate
ion give a f-ck if it’s a eighth
i wouldn’t give that lil’ n-gga [?]
better wake up and see the yellow tape
you out here sellin’ flake
soon as you slip the sh-t it’s [?]
i asked you what we finna do today
before we dipped i think we riding with a [?]
oh, i forget, we ’bout to serve a snitch by the way
you might as well have said
i know you don’t smoke weed, but i’ma get you high today
(a connection has been made) p-ssy
(a dead end alleyway, safe from the danger of observation even from casual passersby)

- fat ray

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