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letra de double dash - firstnamedjosh

[intro: firstnamedjosh]
is it playing?
oh i hear it
lemme just adjust my mic real quick
-struggles with mic-
this thing’s stupid to handle, dude
jeesh
here we go
i really hope i get this right on the first try
ay
yuh

[verse 1: firstnamedjosh]
forty pistols, shorty b-tches, suck me in the back, yuh
jeesh and flash the double team, we hit ’em like iraq, yuh
dropping bombs on a muhf-cker, toot the h-rn, b-tch
not even adorned out in public, you like p-rn, b-tch (god bless america!)

[verse 2: flashback]
ay, you like p-rn, b-tch, wall you like a foreign, b-tch
sound that air raid h-rn, b-tch, pull up with no warn, b-tch
drop like i’m airborne, b-tch, stab a kabar th-rn, b-tch
to the country sworn, b-tch, k!ll you i ain’t mourn sh-t (ay, ay, ay)

[verse 3: firstnamedjosh]
dope in my ceiling, not like the drug it the real thing
flash and your boy, yeah we k!ll things, stab in your gut when that drill sing, uh
this ain’t a drill thing, muhf-cka its the real thing
we some lil thieves, taking f-cking flow, muhf-cka yeah we steal things
you on some bullsh-t like the phantom menace, took a couple years, but its getting better
it’s a rap circle and we in the center, alpha males living in the alpharetta
need to stop sounding like the average rapper, or i ain’t getting any f-cking cheddar
next time i get my lil own part, imma show you why they call me mr. spreader

[verse 4: flashback]
bodies leave ’em lying in the ditch, and i sh-t in it
got a f-cking scope to your face, i ain’t missing sh-t
tie ’em f-cking corpses to the hitch, drive it really quick
if winning wars a race, got a f-cking scope to your face
and that b-tch wanting my case, got a .50 b-tch and it sprays
boots, on the ground with tight lace, running, all up on you quick pace
standing, firewatch at home base, dropping, russian sh-t like hard b-ss
you don’t, try me in the airsp-ce, got a gourmet of guns get a taste, ay

[verse 5: firstnamedjosh]
i never lie, but these b-tches wanna do me, yuh
we been in the booth like some toons, getting looney, yuh

[verse 6: flashback]
circle on the barrel and that sh-t shoot like a movie, yuh
pour that muster gas, watch you b-tches getting woozy, yuh

[verse 7: firstnamedjosh]
primetime like its coach-lla, got a brain power with the salmonella
look like hot sh-t, but don’t f-ck with h-lla, in an old car, but its still a seller
leave you in the cellar, i’m a storyteller and a good speller, you a hood dweller
better get some shelter, white lil hiroshima hit you, itch you, old sweater
cold weather, i’m still busting in the heat, say please, you still can’t f-ck with me
run it up, like i’m breaking laws of feet, pin ‘em down like i’m cena in the streets
jump up on ‘em and i’m on a k!lling spree, hit the gym then i get the f-cking beef
bag the beat up like its getting groceries, paint a perfect picture, f-cking with the beat

- firstnamedjosh

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