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letra de false reality - gibby

[verse 1]
its that boom boom bizzap
blown from a trizzap
bookie keep it coming from the b-ss to the hi-hats
sanitary grace styles
moving in, taking out
pulling in, breaking down
the sh-ts so great now
and what i’m feeling is
the moon is where i outta be
gotta be
inside of me
feeling like its outta reach
but in a clutch
i’m f-cking up
my face already stuck’n up
from fooling with this rapping stuff
shucks, rush
ugh!
to the door, grab my book bag
moving in a city, where the dreams never ever last
spinning from a whirlwind
my mind is such a wasteland
cashing in my z for a bus p-ss
travel
the globe again
hustle when its hard to live
cash that was hard to spend
a prom date would never give
nookie nookie
grams old cookies
boil in pot
i’m hot
come look’y
rookie year
gibby’s here
grab yourself a f-cking beer
cheers to the great one
we moving so you sucka’s fear
i p-ss out
on top of my moms couch
head blown, head phones
bumping some dirty south
i’m the new sh-t…
chipped tooth in a coupe sh-t
spinning all the records in room for a loop hit
guess now
i’m living the lifestyle
young, fly, broke, & dangerous
stolen from the stars style
blaaaowhh!!

up in yah face
i grace the place
to make yah ace
loose his faith
and make safe
and hide his hate
illuminate
my flow will damage
your camera
to rough for a amateur
blow smoke on a hammock
or talk to me, ill vanish ya
weak b-tch
with stamina
f-ck hoes!
examine the flow
cold like canada dry
soul glow
dammit it fly
post up, picture the sky
i’m rolling
we out! we out! we out!
and i’m taking you high

m-th-f-ckah!

[outro]
la dadadada dot dot dohhh duh dot dada
(x3)

im drunk

“cough”

put that cigarette out man!

- gibby

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