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letra de militia - felly

[verse 1]
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta in it
i just bought new car and it got some blunts in it
i just left new york, and i got some raw denim
finna empty out my ones ’cause i know they pumps itchin’
let it dance!
let it breathe!
miss yo’ chance
this a tease
b-tch i’m ghost
rest in peace
last quarter, hope my album doesn’t leak
they give me that visa
got no time for leisure
that b-tch is bi-curious
don’t outsmart the teacher
this sh-t be the ether
beat make me a creature
[?]
turn me to a diva

[hook]
let it bang
don’t got no vest, don’t got no tec
come to me
run around y’all like a necklace, i call [?] get to seshin’
ain’t know stoppin’ what’s been destined
let it breathe

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, this ain’t real life, no
that’s what it might feel like though
realize more real than y’all, to the point like [?]
way up, that ceiling cold
come down like ski, like snow
pick hoes eenie me mi mo
[?]
all i see is dead people
all i see is dead people, and dead presidents up in my pea coat
country run by these white people with big egos
f-ckin’ ’round i might come deep hoe and son people
don’t come around, yeah we done deal-o, no [?]
squad been awake, ain’t go no pillow, i [?]
my outfit black, b-tch i’m so metal, not so ghetto
don’t talk to ops we don’t rosetta we know better
i go grizzly, i’m so savage, there’s no effort
the flow teflon, i go where they ain’t go ever
this mind ascension had to wait
[?], and i’ll see you in september

- felly

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