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letra de vendetta - gallo

[intro]
yuh
cold case
v for vendetta sh-t
heh
uh

[verse 1]
everything i said i’d do, i did
look at me i’m full of bliss
full of sh-t
and by sh-t, i’m talking triple platinum hits
mind gets racing
my brain move like brand new dayton’s
i said “f-ck you” to the patience
svu sh-t, got me heinous (do! do!)
breaking cages (do!)
all your new sh-t sounding -n-s
pay to play sh-t
making playlists (yeah!)
i would rather shoot my shot and miss
than fake my way to greatness (p-ssy!)
take this moment, hold it, grab it
sh-t won’t last, i’m too sporadic
went from nice guy, causing laughing
to a f-cking paid assassin (bah!)
i got bounties on yo’ county
if you doubt me
got you too (b-tch!)
don’t allow me to get rowdy?
that’s exactly what i’ll do (i’ll do it!)
screaming “howdy!” h-lla loudly
when i walk in with my dudes (wassup?!)
told myself no dropping weights until i’m built like terry crews (i’m built!)
i am not slept on
i’m getting my bread long
i am too headstrong
my mental is teflon
and this ain’t my best song, aye
call this your bed song
i bet that i’ll put you to bed, dog
my heart on my sleeve
and my left arm
recovered from all of the dead bonds (yeah)
[hook]
i’m in the middle of breaking a fiddle in half (woo!)
i’m ritalin fast, i grip it and pivot and pass (woo!)
i’m divvying cash, til all of us swimming in stacks
with intricate raps, i’m building a digital dash
i bet you can riddle with that
i’m civil, but limits attached
a little’s enough to attack, it’s best you get back (back)

[verse 2]
best i get back to
singing a chorus to catch you (catch you)
moving along right past you
they “c’ing” me nuts like cashews (get it?)
stick to the ink no tattoos
but f-ck it i might get me tattoos (f-ck it)
i’m dragging this on and on (uh)
like badu
i’m sorry i had too!
living la vida loco
v for vendetta, i told ya
y’all just thought that sh-t was over
i been on this since october
i been off liquor and clover
mix it together, move slower
i use to stack up my quarters
just to afford all my orders
left all my jobs and said “f-ck it,” i want no boss
and that’s ’cause i’ve been born a boss
and no shot, i’m cutting my losses
i spent so much time on my craft
that i get songs done and toss it
but just as soon as i drop it
i get convinced i can top it
i need a trip to the tropics
turning off my phone, there for days
throwing out out my closet
and tossing
everything i wore to the grave
i’m on some new sh-t evolving
unlocking every new stage
’cause i got hot sh-t, i called it
manifested all that i’ve made
i saw this sh-t from the beginning
took so many losses, now, winning i really it did
thinking i was never gonna go make it
but i guess now you sorely mistaken
[outro]
all your new sh-t sounding -n-s
pay to play sh-t
making playlists (wassup?!)
i would rather shoot my shot and miss
than fake my way to greatness (bah!)
all your new sh-t sounding -n-s
pay to play sh-t
making playlists (wassup?!)
i would rather shoot my shot and miss
than fake my way to greatness (bah!)

- gallo

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