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letra de onslaught - huon

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(yeah)
streets love me ’cause i rap hot

woke up in the trap i’m a trap god

i don’t do what i say i’m a rapper

nowadays that’s the same as an actor

i been running thru some p-ssy hear the cat-call

so crazy get dangerous as bath salts

you a lame you got hate you got mad salt

who’s raising these kids it’s your dad’s fault

pull up dirty tires squeaking on the asphalt

i don’t really mind the way i’m speaking; i’m an -ssh0l-

money makin’ mission concentrated on a cashflow

depending on da pendant then the pendant getting sn-tched though

streets love me ’cause i trap hard

woke up in the trap i’m a trap star

i don’t do what i say i’m a rapper

nowadays that’s the same as an actor x 2

pray for the paper i pay to my pastor

to take me from pain that the pagans had started

i ran thru the rain and enabled the garbage

throwing dirt on my name thru the hurt and the shame didn’t hurt me it ended up making me heartless

(ay ay ay, reload ting, offset records ting bro, bring that sh-t back bro, ay)

streets love me ’cause i trap hard

woke up in the trap i’m a trap star

i don’t do what i say i’m a rat ya’ll

i just snitched to my man, he’s the police

me and mel had bags in the dope freeze

catch me at a hilltop show, in the nosebleeds

(indistinct freestyles + humming)

streets love me ’cause i rap hard

i be snitching i could have you locked for some gats dawg

finish in that p-ssy bout as fast-quick as nascar

wait for last call then i’m off in my jaguar

wasn’t mine dawg i’m a fraud it’s my dad’s car

i’m a f-cking loser they be cringing at my last bar

up in balaclava penny-pinching thinking that’s smart

told me rap’s locked, so i’m breaking the pad-lock

still making beats on my laptop

shawty wearing forty-dollar dresses thinking that’s hot

she be looking whit and f-cking evil like a crack-rock

swear that she’s possesed and that a demon lives in that thot

codeine got me buggin’ i ain’t finishing my last thought

lam roof was a droptop it was cropped off

k!lling nonstop now i’m on top run ock this where the fun stop this is the onslaught

- huon

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