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letra de gipetto - gabe 'nandez

(ioan delice)

yes i believe in you, like you shoud believe in me
would you die for me, no i ain’t your precious jesus piece
i’m sitting in the leagues talking like my tongue is split in two
spitting game at eve
seduced into sipping juice from forbidden fruit
i’m ain’t the most high
but i ain’t far from it
before i kiss the sky
yeah i was quick to plummet
now i’m quick to dumb it down till everybody know my sh-t
baby won’t you make it bounce till everybody notice it
don’t mind me i’m just rolling spliffs
through it live vicarious
it’s in my curiousty like baby where your cherry is
your partners they been various
sometimes i get lonely too
but out of all these tricks you know well sh-t the one i pick is you
no tricking that was rude girl you was better
like you was bad my eyes is ch-nky cause i love you forever
with a little effort i kept her
don’t talk only f her, i prefer
bop bop n-gga got like that
buh-bop buh- bop buh
tweaking, with the freak of the weekend peaking
in my seat on the strip, in my set let her strip
shot staight through me in the whip
all eyez on me, all eyes on this b-tch
when i bump and grind in buckway
real n-gga get that you asking bluntly
hit up in the beamer of suv
like b-tch i’m legendary

(gabe nandez)

they ain’t ready they ain’t widdit can’t see
once you get in the centre you can’t leave
i’m beginning to get it it take toll
equate whatever the scroll say with the road
it’s the daylight shift, strange can’t find my way round sh-t
through the maze, sensei delegated the good
intellegente para my genre in the hood

blurred lines in world wide with limits
so i split digits and win tickets like thin witches
rap pottery scratch lottery stub tickets
the oven above him hover forever in the writtens
prophetically do things
dude strange got two names like bruce wayne
in reverse, hidden ident-ty be the bond
holy trinity to infinity and beyond

i’m a don, when i hear the sound of the fauns
i gets down like i’m let drowned in a pond
you know the crown made of th-rns
bound to the brow but brow made of bronze
i seen ’em they’re moving the crowds with a wand
run up on the hounds when i prowl with the swan
i’m gone like never come back
scheming on the track since the weather gone black, where you at

i’m, staying alive in primetime forever
these motherf-ckers is getting money to show measure
pull the string scratch attack what you love
and return to the fire that burn the desire that you covet
it’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how the realigned vines combined made me a hunter
going under, over and out, no doubt
i’m a scout see me fulfilling the route gone south

- gabe nandez

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