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letra de going in - ftl_sol

sol:
you going in, i been in since the beginning of this sentence
i’m too clean, you see no blemish, like as clean as a hygienist
i replenish, you diminished, i go hard like i’m arthritic
all this acid that i’m spitting b-tch i’m rapping catalytic
no converters but i’m sure that i’m the purest you done heard of
got hoes screaming bl–dy murder i would call my life insurer
life preservers ain’t gon’ work brah, get the point? cursors
sol the boss, you workers, n-ggas better tuck they shirts up
i got this, should it fall, signed, sealed, send the bullet off
i’m the sh-t, if i recall, n-ggas hate, i’m so appalled
straight as h, e and l, l’s up, i make the call
like i said i’m going in, i’m going in, to the b-lls, like
“unghhhh,” til i hit the end, i’m amped i need ritalin
and a swish of kush, a little hen, her right there, and her friend
my place, get it in, one hundred, benjamin
d-ck em down like a gentleman, i bone em both, skeleton

london:
still find me rolling backwoods, in the cut
in the back of the hood with the trunk popped up
on the cutl-ss, looking for a sm-t i can f-ck with
on the late night just to borrow her neck
and then fondle her br–sts, and then forget what’s next
if you know what’s best, that jaw was raw
i came, i saw, i conquered that
i think i’m sick, hypochondriac
boy i flow like nile rivers
boy my flow so cold, shivers
had to take it to the basics, this a easy one, this easy son
might morph into morpheus and take it to the matrix
make your b-tch pop pills, yea, that’s initiation
this has been a demonstration, of some real n-gga sh-t
b-tch, f-ck what you heard, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard, f-ck what you heard
f-ck what you heard
b-tch

sol:
i’m going in with my gangsta -ss, i’ll fall through, take your cash
i’ll hit the l!ck, hit his b-tch, pistol up, raid ya stash
i’m a terrorist i blaze the ak, hot as summer, nature’s wrath
i spend some, i’ma make it back, say i won’t with your crazy -ss
i’ll prove you wrong, real sh-t, watch my dough get super long
i’m overclocked, turnt up, ya’ll off and i’m stupid on
like d-mn a chick, i’m cancerous, pimping bout like tumor strong
i’ll do your b-tch, leave her alone, “let her cry” like that hootie song
she ain’t blowing fish, she blowing sol, i told em all i’m cold as sh-t
i don’t know of sh-t, over all, that sol wouldn’t be colder than
like canada, montana, either one of the poles i’ll win
antarctica, mars and stuff, real sh-t, no pretend
i’m going in, c0ke and hen, smoke a 5, smoke a 10
going in like old folks, i’m so the sh-t but it don’t depend
i’m on the way, all the way, look for me i’m floating in
like a parade, macy day, macy gray, i’m on the fritz

- ftl_sol

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