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letra de coupé décalé - gabe 'nandez

(gabe ‘nandez)
who built the pyramids?
n-ggas in africa n-ggas in paris my n-gga you know who the lyricist
shout to my homies and my co conspirators
if you feel lonely when you all alone that means you do not know what your feelings is you in your feelings, i’m in my bag
mathematics do you know how to add
acrobatics i pull on the track
do you want it slow, you want it fast
you on instagram flaunting the cash
atm you withdrawing your stash
counting bills but that’s all that you have

n-ggas hungry they wanting this cash
send location take all of your stacks
sh-t is real sh-t is raw on the ave
real as it get, watch who you with
rigatoni in the pot with the fish
shout to tony he be dropping them hits

patagonia with some malian drip
trynna find me a somalian chick
we can be friends i don’t want head
couple ways we could both make bread
get this money let’s get this dough
coupé décalé do si do
once i get it gotta go gеt more
gotta get it gotta proceed slow
slow down n-gga
you think you gangsta cause you know somе gangstas but you know what go round n-gga rumours and karma
bumpin pluto and the carter
smoking woolies in the corridor
doing voodoo with your daughter

shaka zulu went to harvard
mix the fufu with shawarma
voulez vous peruse new improved and used
new jerusalem order
i just take it much farther
i just go so much harder
f-ck you pay me no barter
immortal, more martyrs

(elucid)
it’s too easy to load an a-r why’s the nine much harder?
sometimes questions don’t deserve answers but i’m not your father
brolic my broken banner buckles, bullsh-t artifice
violence hear up the molecule a stone cold partnership
i’m an island i’m going vertical
what’s really urgent send a pigeon i’d like a word with you
hard to earn ten thousand hour returns i take it all personal
the scope of my sermon reaches out and burns no matter where on earth you move if i so choose, the bruise is the black man’s birthright
it’s not news and no this ain’t my first life
or second, adding credits, not so cryptic
all the money stolen
ha ha’s and high fives
pay him what you owe him
and close the books, the man who talk with the flowers
i have no enemies i don’t live in the past
my recall memory fails but you not built like that

- gabe nandez

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