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letra de saturday - goldshards

[verse 1: reverse live]
got, bootlegs on my tv screen ah, barbeque on my ebt
’till the side hustle got me up on easy street
pull strings for blue notes like bb king
you drunk uncle is back
with some gats and a 30 rack stuffed in his back
slumping suckers when the sound of thunder come from my strap
pass the piece, the flame exchange hands like a juggling act
then y’all get thumped in the hat

[verse 2: nán fiero]
modelo for breakfast, i chase it with a pabsts
and compliment every pasta, like lady in the tramp
catch me faded in the back
raiders winning, celebrating like they champs
music free, but pay attention when we rap
got holes in my face, i’m young jason with the mask
they only on me ’cause i lie about scr-ping in the jag
a golden state warrior, yeah i’m klay if he was fat
and every single shot he took, had him shmaded on his ass
[chorus: reverse live]
said a day at the flix with a bottle of beer
matinee gettin’ lit, while i follow the scenes
cabernet for your chick, got her all on her knees
catchin’ brains from your b-tch, then i’m falling asleep

[chorus: nán fiero]
satuday gettin’ yurnt with the homies in the bay
at the lake gettin’ burnt, just ignore it with a drink
catch a fade, held at gunpoint a 40 to the face
pack a base, smell that one joint that shorty wanna taste

[verse 3: reverse live]
i weld a 40 like excalibur, drunk on the park bench
don’t know where my chalice went, king of the bottom
got my throne up where the madness is, always in a whirlwind
don’t know how to balance sh-t, but hoes are rolling cannabis

[verse 4: nán fiero]
too normal for weirdos, too weird for the norm
a take a tall can down before the beer get too warm
cheers get it torn, sippin’ pabst blue that’s my swag juice
i’m saucy, i’m drippin’ rague when i pass through

[verse 5: reverse live]
box cutter dipped in henny make a b-tch back up
brick fist for the low, get your chin strap touched
get your top knocked, pick your wig back up
‘fore the whole world notice you a b-tch ass, huh
[verse 6: nán fiero]
might kiss her on this cam, chillin’ with this pretty chick
she twisted off of jack, i’m just wishin’ we don’t crash
young false promise, slash never not honest, uh
just disconnected from the world like the amish

[chorus: reverse live]
said a day at the flix with a bottle of beer
matinee gettin’ lit, while i follow the scenes
cabernet for your chick, got her all on her knees
catchin’ brains from your b-tch, then i’m falling asleep

[chorus: nán fiero]
satuday gettin’ yurnt with the homies in the bay
at the lake gettin’ burnt, just ignore it with a drink
catch a fade, held at gunpoint, a 40 to the face
pack a base, smell that one joint that shorty wanna taste

- goldshards

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