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letra de the vent 3 - gudda gudda

[intro]
yeah
i’ma just vent for a minute

[verse 1]
i can still hear the levis breaking
come from a place where you would never make it (phew)
and being a k!ller is what get celebrated
had to move from around that to get elevated (that’s right)
yeah, i love my city, but it’s hot as h-ll and satan
the payoff is heavenly if you got h-lla patience (yeah)
what i’m speaking is real, just like the revelations
keep it a buck ’til my last brеath is taken
or i can give you a buck, then your last brеath is taken
riding on the interstate, plotting on my next million
gotta stay out of the way, can’t be the next victim
gotta be cautious everywhere that we go
i fear the lord, not the rico (yeah)
paranoid, hammer c-cked, staring through the peephole
high temper, but my heart is cold as subzero (woo)
mula gang heroes
saviors of the city took this sh-t worldwide and did it major for the city
remember us ’cause you can’t duplicate or resemble us (no)
mula gang gang, n-gga, get your members up (hah)
can’t duplicate or resemble us (nope)
mula gang gang, n-gga, get your members up (gudda)
[interlude]
sometimes a n-gga will be in the middle of the club
just start praying, my n-gga (lord)
word

[verse 2]
i miss all of my n-ggas, i hope you resting peacefully
i wish you was here, i guess you where you need to be
ooh, heavenly father, sometimes it get hard to
cope, but the fact that children are missing they fathers (d-mn)
rest in peace party (party), you know i miss you, boy (yeah)
hook too, y’all was ‘posed to be right here with your boy (uh)
wish i could’ve did something to help you, feel like i failed you (d-mn)
n0body knows the trouble i seen, felt like my mahalia
used to get me from the port and i’d spit you some quotes (ha)
when i finish, you’d be smiling, telling me i’m a goat (that right)
l.a.t., y’all took the oath and y’all was riding for life
d-mn, got tears falling down as i write
never know where life could take you sometimes ’cause life could break you
purple muddy cup, gold chains, i’m balling like a laker (yeah)
father always told me, “f-ck a house, son, go buy some acres
and take care of your money or uncle sam will violate you
d-mn

[outro]
you right
you right
lord

- gudda gudda

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