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letra de planet dealer - gryps

i could sell a planet to the solar system
i could sell you some advice but there’s a price to wisdom
they tried to try and take my life but i bet that bullet missed him
i’d rather rot inside of a prison then try to play the victim
i’d rather rot inside of a jail then see yo ass prevail
i’d rather drink some liquid nitrogen than try again
whoever been in charge of this lil life been on some pryor sh-t-
now thats a dark comedy
lil b-tch get off me
i’m gon’ fire again

i ain’t catching no d-mn cases with this casing catcher
i could take yo life right now and that sh-t wouldn’t even matter
they thought it was all just fun & games until they felt the splatter
i could air this b-tch in public & watch these f-ckers scatter
yo family sadder
i wonder why?, cuz i sent yo ass to saturn
five .556’s caked in blood, get turned to batter
i fumble the switch then turn away quick and run from the 12, they mad
i’m popping a aaron rodgers
now i’m numb
i finger f-ck the gun
i turn the cops to lager
on my d-ck they gobble
god been asking me if i feel awful
told him, “bump the stock bruh!”
i was born a nodder
super psycho psychosis, i swallow 100 blotters
b-tch i’m taking sons and daughters
thought this b-tch was kicking in?, i cannot wait no longer
what in god’s green earth are you muhf-ckin’ doing?
quit sipping on that green
you sippin’ benadryl juice b-tch
rip to juice, b-tch
good riddance throwing out that stretch
b-tch, deuces!
met the plug again than i robbed his ass, left him clueless
sold a deuce of stretch, i was upset
i sent a text to grab a bulletproof vest & i’ll be over in a sec
(knock)
knock up on his door and kick it down
need to address the situation at hand
steel toe to his neck
what’s next?
lil pr-ck p-ssy, hope you push me
rookie
have that p-ssy playing hooky
you don’t really have no motion
on some hoe sh-t
oxy talkin’
hoe got oxytocin cause she wit me, now she hoping
i’m playing frogger
i walk to the mall, k!ll ’em all
get ’em off for a dollar –
then i ran away from the whole scene
it seems i can’t go on or-
go out without a big ol’ bang
it’s still the same, i ponder-
if any of it was even worth it?
i managed to make it work and preserve the moment so i’m gon’ own it
i bet that sh-t hurt, don’t it?
i been flirting w/ this b-tch named death
my ex dishonor
they shoulda known what was bouta happen cuz the jacket bomber
get laid out, face plant
he a goner
i promise heaven calmer then this lil life that you was living-
like why in the f-ck would you bother?

- gryps

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