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letra de aftershock - godemis

[intro]
ooo… deevil, ooo…
(hahaha)
back in this motherf-cker, f-ck that let’s go
(begin, come on)

[verse 1: godemis]
red cup, blue cup
my crew don’t give two f-cks
we never left we the best again
moved up like the [?devil’s in?]
bare chest, n-gg- wrestling
in a dark alley with a stank b-tch
cut her, motherf-cker
love her but i can’t quit
grounded and this shit fly
bandage on the wrist, why?
y’all ain’t never been this high
so eat shit, lick a d-ck, die
[?trip kit?] with a twist tie
flip shit on a b-tch, bye
lite her on fire
this chick’s for the fish fry
f-ck y’all with a p-ssion
stone face, but i’m laughing
info’s in the booth too
so i puff tough, then i’m p-ssing
take shit we ain’t asking
k!ll quick like -ss-ssin
chong out then i’m crashing
still i can straight take an [?aspirin?]
d-double e-v-i-l who in the f-ck cares?
wife’s chained in the basement and the mistress chilling upstairs
make moves till the earth quakes
curse p-ss through the handshakes
codeine in the oj
cocaine with the pancakes (amen)

[interlude]
(yeah)
what up, пожалуйста
(out here kicking it)
i’m in here
(gotta eat, eat, eat)
one more time
(?deep voice says something i can’t understand?)
oh shit
(alright f-ck, we gotta get this done)
nah, do it, it’s going down
(let’s go)
let’s get it

[verse 2: godemis]
hands down i’m a handful
been caught red-handed
denzel in the c-ckpit, wavy crash-landed
black-box in the ocean, bloated, bodies floating
all that with a snap pack
punch line cause i’m joking
kc k!ller bc
been iller than em’ b.c
botanist with a [?peach tree?], view his nightmares in 3d
got beef get it in raw
brand new to the sin? nah
pills stashed in my fringe jaw
hothead cooler than y’all
and i stay not giving a f-ck
neck in noose laced up
don’t think it won’t happen
like a chick can’t get her face cut
but closed caskets stay shut
d-ckhead going straight nuts
smoke eight to the face must look like somebody maced us
my dome’s full of space dust
eye’s low in the place cause they spray from the waist up
so my blades in the [?place trust?]
grade a, got it locked down
stay ‘fraid of a glock round
shoutout to lucky
when i touch down, he got pounds

[outro]
(what up?)
all f-cking day
(ain’t nothing to it once you do it)
[?running things?]
(i mean he’s walking this way in capes and shit)
with cream corn relish, shit
(i don’t know what the f-ck it is)
y’all know what it is
(i’m over here now)
for real, it’s going the f-ck down
(good talk)
all day
(deevil!)
deevil!
ooo… deevil, ooo…

- godemis

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