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letra de spazz - hash gordon

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yo –

you ain’t saying sh-t, you should bite the f-ck down
n-ggas always wanna play too cool when you around
how’s that real clout? when i see your fake chains brown
that’s a real snout, on my potnas- shhh, you dyin’ now

a lot of n-ggas out here still posing like rockstars
imma show you how to really not give a f-ck
tap ya database to blow ya spot – i bet he run
how you tough online, but irl don’t want the ones?

n-ggas tried to count me out, i’m back from the dead
with more power than i ever had
my d-ck all in ya mouth (b-tch)
n-ggas say they gang, talk about you then they smile

keep precision on my vision with these two-faced sided clowns
bout to train for martial arts, so motherf-ck a gun
i ain’t with that tough sh-t, but you’ll be sh-tting when i’m done
i’m just talking ish, i just do that sh-t for fun
lotta rappers think they big and bad, but can you back it up, yuh

i walk in this b-tch hand on my d-ck
walking like i’m vincе
chain gang, i can’t break the code on my john cеna sh-t
set ya spot ablaze, i had a knick for fire as a kid
west coast n-gga, feeling atl the way i’m stomping sh-t

i broke up with my hoe, think i’m finna hit the streets again
can’t feel a thing unless lil shawty hoppin’ on my (hey)
and i been on the edge with how my mama sick
been tiktoking with the devil, we went viral when i split his wig

hey, i’m outta pocket – been that way since a kid
dust on my shoulder on occasion, a lil chip
these clout chasers tired, why they on they knees again?
these n-ggas buying fans, hope you don’t breathe again

been working on my peace, i need to see a therapist
i’d rather slit my wrist and end that sh-t like actavis
wait, no, i’m tripping f-ck that sh-t, but i ain’t getting jipped
all that money can go to the life that we ain’t lived

i’m still hittin l!cks
i ain’t signed yet, better wake the f-ck up mitch lucker
cause me? no i ain’t die yet

i bring the swag to anything, i feel like rhymefest
i should name you rappers “3.14”, y’all boys pie man

raw sh-t to yo face, can you digest?
fall sh-t, these bodies droppin’ like it’s mind s-x
crack rock laced in my flow, grab the pyrex
i been on my grind for h-lla long, why i ain’t signed yet? (x2)
i ain’t signed yet

aye, it’s hash motherf-cking gordon
hashy f baby, boy with the master plan
your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
aha, i got my mental health right

got my paper right, i’m eating good
my skin good, i’m drinking juice
my b-tch bad, my mama proud
all gas, no breaks it ain’t safe for you b-tch ass n-ggas

stop playin’ with me like i ain’t that n-gga

i’m out!

- hash gordon

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