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letra de judgement - fka twigs

[verse 1:fka twigs]
on my lean, chicks stealin’ my stance
like lord, i’m terminating your room and board
a rapper’s groove so smooth, p. diddy’ll dance
through chris wallace’s car door, rob ford
i represent for my citizens who don’t have a chance
and one for the love of the lord
with the recycled evaluation of feelings that i know inside
see the police so we still tryin’ to hide

why ya wanna test like you’re keeping it real
smart talkin’ b-tch, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat
out to rob or out to steal
where the party at? where the bacardi at?
rеcruited to martyred on the cross of mass appеal
super s-d-stic, i’m b-tter like a biscuit
that santa was a fake
and we make sh-t shake

hip hop grip glocks and hit cops
give a f-ck if he got kids and married
ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops
somethin’ bout the police and them lights that get me worried
kids get popped by all these twisted cops
now my pops was there when uncle roy got buried
i moved out while still get to live down there
and the way i puff blunts in the air
[verse 2:headie one]
and get paid
and represent ’til i’m underground
didn’t pass the tenth grade
the crowd scream ho jumpin around
chorus ’till fade…
spit in my face, hold me down
and for those that wanna get busy
you know the feds been checkin up on bizzy

from morning to night, back through darkness to light
let the phone ring and then i ask for you
and man you finally got your cash right
and last but not least, number one in the crew:
buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
i’m kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
i think they mean they like me
nothing like it’s used to be

she like that, and i write that dopeness
i got a plan to get away
virginia is my home, i put it on the atlas
bought her an ak for her 21st birthday
til i fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous
it’s mandatory you inhale at least a pack a day
man that girl from the sunshine state, she hot
popping mad sh-t, trying to be something they not
[verse 3:fred again..]
serial rhyme k!lla, the paper spinner
the bottom line i gotta eat
return, return of the singer
cruise the block until my army’s complete
all my ladies are…
raw action flood the concrete
add another 16 plus another 6
and it don’t matter who ya are

sprayin’ off the majestic rays, that knowns the writing
we gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas
i walk in h-ll, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
i copped raw yay on broadway from bananas
with the thunder and lightning, this be a fensta writing
where rap sangers lowride and talk about ’em colored bandanas
and i promise it’ll have a better outcome
you know what i did, you know how i come

it don’t seem i can think about another thing
i been through it all for y’all with fallout
f-ck that to the wall, that’s how i’m living
yeah, b-tch you know what i’m talking about
i stand up and slice the turkey, on thanksgiving
uh! i’m max payne wit the stock out
follow me, i bleed to get my point across
applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss
[verse 4:judah berman-roberts]
i don’t need nuthin’ but you girl
coulda did wrong but i was tryin’ to write
girl, girl you look like a pearl
he had some words with somebody, pulled his heater last night
where your man, where your girl?
the next day ready to do it again thats right
ain’t lebron james but the youngest in the game
international’s the rules, want the money f-ck the fame

when these brothers try to test your crew
it’s pointless to say here, so let me annoint
just imagine all the thangs we’d do
after every meal i fire up a dank joint
shady’s inevitable, our heavy influence in medley crew
i almost died from inhilation comin back from cedar’s point
i love it cause you’re in my life
and i’ma continue to live li-ife

strange days and strange rays invading
b-tch better have that money straight refresh edit delete source rapg*nius
won’t sell my soul that’s degrading
and celebrate let the praise penetrate the gate
like red dawn, but i’m judd nelson invading
reminisce of yo folks, yo b-tch, yo kids, yo fate
trust me, you need more than b-lls to be boss over
sh-t, showed you i’m nice, though i ain’t a pushover

- fka twigs

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