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letra de narcos - formerly len

[verse 1: formerly len]
ha
if we smoking on top 5s
i’m coming in real quick
swooping in from the outside
and i take their place in a brand new whip
and without my knowledge i’d be mad as a b-tch
every time that i drop get a brand new chip
moved in to a new crib ever since then
hit a brand new l!ck
commas after commas
writing these poems then counting my dollars
double life given i’m really a scholar
how come when people first see me
they think i’m a regular collar
i keep it cool now i’m top with my honors
can’t step to me i ain’t sparring with jobbers
come to the south and i got me a goner
knocked out in the first
you would think that my karma was calmer
got me? taking casualties with me a suicide bomber
don’t say sh-t, i’m really unphased
spent my time making sure that i’m proper
i’m changing my methods got paid, out of debt
and i’m laying your b-tch she made bacon for breakfast
enraged she don’t know i don’t play
she engaged but take sausage in texas
amazed how i do it she paid for her flight
you can take that hoe back i ain’t paid for recruiting
knowing my race i was made for the nuking
ain’t mad so be it like vladimir putin
started with nothing but then on the other hand
i brought a 2-seater back
gimme a chance and i’ll wash em like go to your faucet
you ain’t got no juice in the tap
easy to talk but i’m coming like dirk in the finals
and we’ll see how you gon react
me on my own i got django with me
all the others i know ain’t got talent to back
that’s why i don’t f-ck with rappers now
most of em cappers and most of em act like a b-tch
making the same sh-t i don’t wanna listen to
please be creative you ain’t with the sh-ts
stirring the pot but i ain’t got no beef
cause they acting real bold but they threats ain’t legit
pull up i got my boy marcos he do it like narcos
we coming at you with the stick
[verse 2: django]
we got the stick, holding hostage ya b-tch
b-tch call me bowser, you mario, weegee
i don’t give a f-ck cuz it’s fire that i spit
we headed right back to the crib cause we cl!cking
i fitted a rubber and now i’mma swim
hoo
catching my breath, i was deep underwater
inside someone daughter, ya dig
i am the son of god, blessed with the rod
blessed be the b-tches getting the pipe out
d-ck of they life now
some ain’t feel for n-ggas now i’m they type now
never racist like the black girls and white mouths
and all types of asians
never tricking, never give out my paper
i’m a writer b-tch, i need that for later
edgar allen poe, i love me my liquor (huh)
you should prolly stop
my mama want me living longer than her
can’t just go meet the maker
i told her that i’m stressed out
pockets looking down, still i’m young, yeah
gotta figure this life out
dodging fights now, i ain’t dumb (ha)
reckless, used to try sh-t to impress kids
now i just give it a rest, sh-t
i spend my time getting leverage

- formerly len

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