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letra de samurai - hodgy

[hook] (x2)
cadillac gold grills in my motherf-ckin’ mouth
cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
all them n-ggas that be hatin’ better watch what they say
i heat ’em up, beat ’em up i’m c-ssius clay

[verse 1]
mountain climbing’s about the rhyming, i work to the tippy-top
me, my notepad, mary jane, sticky pot
ticks from the clock, so it means i don’t get to stop
i be in the studio pacing, waiting for this sh-t to drop
n-ggas wish whether we flop divac
flocka to take me a boombox, every f-cking tune knocks
i see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
bag ’em up, he off the docks, and b-tch i’m at the beach
b-tch i’m at the beach, (oh) b-tch i’m at the beach
with a childish flow, that means this sh-t is out your reach
i’m here to keep it g, from the eyes how i see
you’re here to be a b-i-t on my d
i need no id for you to recognize
i exercise my thought, got you petrified, b-tch i’m next to die
(die) consider me invisible, and also one mentally f-cked individual

[a bunch of coughing and trading blunts, p-ssing the weed around]

[hook] (x2)

[verse 2]
why the f-ck got these n-ggas gotta hate for?
i got a lot of sh-t they can’t pay for
cooler than the beach, f-ck the lake sh0r-
you n-ggas take six, well i’mma take more
i’m like a virgin d-ck, i go hard, and i get up in your b-tch and boguard
n-ggas riding waves without the chauffeur
i’mma drown your -ss and take your surfboard (p-ssy!)
my sh-t stink, no cushion whoopie
goldberg i beat the track goldberg
dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
n-gga sat and playing madden on the couch, bored
slower, you motherf-ckers goin’ nowhere
except for taking grandma to the store
turn the television on and check the score
and trail like a tail on a f-cking horse

- hodgy

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