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letra de basements & blunts - hackey og

[intro: hackey og]
this on some old coldwater road type sh-t

[verse: hackey og]
white boys huffing that nos, oochie wally
at the party with roberto cavalli all on my body
assorted powders and molly, girl, goodness golly
it ain’t even n0body birthday, it’s just a hobby
kitchen counter holding everyone’s bags, look like a lobby
i can’t even stand being at parties, that’s out of body
exhaling kush kief in balloons, he whipping audi’s
that’s four o’s i smoked in a day, coughing hardly
i can still rap a whole song through
and hit the notes that i need to when your girl come through
don’t want the smoke like a old head that’s passing a joint
i’m blowing wildfires like canada been doing detroit
let’s get to the point, belle isle, ambassador sh-t
you lackl-stre, i’m still on my immaculate sh-t
i haven’t even tapped in to this elaborate sh-t
still ain’t even came in the game, this pre-ej-cul-te sh-t
i’m on some well endowed just exaggerative sh-t
i’m on a higher cloud making it rain in this b-tch (hmm)
i come from bas-m-nts and blunts, yeah, that’s where we rooted (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ain’t never kept a tie uncut, i’m better suited
i got on wish and that’s y’all would stop rapping
like a trapper think he balling, y’all can’t stop capping
ain’t ate a beat in some weeks, i’ve been fasting
but the caged bird sings and his wings gon’ keep flapping (yeah)
i’ve been snapping, these boys been fapping
like ig models they drooling on, just tap in (oh, yeah)
i been had the whole package and tracking
like a bad ping rate, i guess these b-tches lagging
my pants sagging from the music i make
i got so many file i’m a have to bake ’em some cakes
it’s on the floor so i swept ’em in four
i’m getting bored, i’m a have to make some crucial mistakes soon
before i’m a tycoon ’cause once in a blue moon
the kid with all the cards stacked against ’em gon’ blow (boom)
ya baby gon’ stip now and just like a cartoon
up in the sunday funnies, i dispose her when through (yes sir)
i learned me some kung fu and chopped through the sun roof
i only look up to the one’s i can’t live up to
like sudoku, they got me so boxed in
i might just have to hit the label up and then opt in
i don’t got a choice, i’m losing my voice
i’m walking around barefoot now in detroit
with a album that’s gold, a fragmented soul
a patience so thin it look like anna nicole
got to stand on my toes, i’m wearing the crown now
these rappers gon’ bow down, these rappers lil bow wow’s
i’m fresh out the dog pound, these puppies gon’ pow wow
and pearl up a pound now until we all gen. tso
i came out the bas-m-nt

- hackey og

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