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letra de v. yojimbo - hurdy

[intro]
rap sinks in as a she sings at the brink

[verse 1]
so random probably somwhat of a snare drum
scared em like he held the game with no ransom
no matter flows better bet he jot with a crows feather
slow triggered non-polished gold pendant
scope steady holded magnum opus when the chrome splatted
so that somebodys soul froze as a soaked sweater do
cold weather and cross-faded
im not stable (i’m not)
f-ck it my coughs hazy

only crumbles and some pesos
just how all the days goes, it’s funny when i say so
abrasive and angsty i stumble in traffic
my hearts raising i am covered in anguish
my minds racing and i’m stuck to the pavement
that grams faceless always bucks at the payment
you see them eyes stay aimin at the fables and bliss
yo, ill slap the grills of yo t–th

[hook]
ill slap the the grills of yo t–th hoe
and beat the b-tch outta yo face
ill slap the grill (uh)

[verse 2]
im at the house chillin marijuana the spliff
got that ounce spended by the time i had split, im out in the streets
actin feral got the devil by the barrel
signed the mark of the beast, a spark in the mist
im armed with the green particles a cart full of trips
and part-partments part of being gnarly as sh-t
i spar with the pigs no possum playin this is honestly as hard as it gets, bargins and bets

it’s a sober gonz n raul moment former foul towel throw-in
low-end clothing, cuz the moneys not important
and he was gone before they saw him, lookin bored blowin smoke in this strawberry mornin (cold case officer)
im crushin out the cig i was singin to, and still
fuzzy after six hours swingin due
off-kiltered feelin like i did initially
booker t, little weed, lit until the city rings

[hook]
gon beat the b-tch outta yo face
ill slap the the grills of yo t–th hoe
and beat the b-tch outta yo face
ill slap the grills of yo t–th hoe

- hurdy

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