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letra de gold rope chains - glorious sin

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[verse 1]
look
yo new flows ain’t got two sh-ts on my old flows, bozo
all them gold chains that you boys rock, is just handcuffs for your cold soul
yeah my whip got like four doors
and it’s old as sh-t from like 04′
but i’ll still scoop the baddest chick in it, from your hood like i sold dope

but i ain’t flipping no packs or nothin’
bank statements like a stack n somethin’
and i ain’t even paid rent yet, that’ll leave enough for like a black or somethin’
and i ain’t saying its cuz i’m black or nothin’
but i ain’t straying far from that -ssumption
but i’ll still blow like mount helens
boy steer clear of this black eruption

half a mil, for this flow, .is what i’ll charge cats, lion-o
my new girl get drunk and vent about all her feelings, she a wino
she give me heat to give her a ring so i leave for home, lebron hoe
got mad love for this hip hop, but ain’t got the time for that dime show

89 momma brought me in this world
that means it’s been 25 years i been tryna give her -ss the world
tryna out last all them girls
‘cuz all that good for is distracting me from the journey, the devil is dressed in a skirt and some pearls
wonder if all of them chain letters i never forward’s the reason i’m cursed here for real

father told me never give up on anything you really love and i love him for that
loving this girls that keep coming for s-x
boy i’m so glad that the condoms in tact
‘cuz i don’t want this girl that driving to bar after bar for a thrill to be raising my daughter
i don’t want this girl that’s f-cking in car after car for a thrill to p-ss on that disorder

[hook]
half a ounce in my bed room
‘cuz i been stressed i need bread soon
and a pretty girl, wit a lot of brain, with a little sp-ce
you know head room
when i see rap, i see red rooms
you know, red rum, them boys dead soon
you tried hard but your times up
i wish one of his boys would just say it to ’em

[verse 2]
cologne boys, i ride for ’em
you know suicide, bomb for em
them other boys, like a broken rollie, i ain’t even really got the time for ’em

that punch line was predictable
but i punch rhymes i’m so physical
flow roided up, f-ck physicals
this tape was made to make you miserable, ahh

pardon my ignorance f-ck you wit p-ssion
i don’t say pause if that’s what you expecting cuz i don’t press pause on not one of my actions
none of yo disses will get my reaction
if we ain’t real friends ain’t no point of us dappin’
‘cuz i won’t even get a check for this rap, so i d-mn sure ain’t ‘finna get paid for no actin’

woo, you d-mn sure don’t want me to turn to -ss-ssin
woo, you bring round your princess i turn to aladdin
woo, f-ck punching clocks rather may weather jab ’em
woo, this henny is turning my heart to alaskan

- glorious sin

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