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letra de los bastardos - hurricane carter

[verse 1]
gotta heater in the casa de mi padre
if you tryna come between me and my folks
gotta k!llas in the cut i dial andre
i got people tryna book me for my shows
might get a flocks fully stocked just to see how i roll
and i be rocking money longer than a t-tan0boa, hold
first i spit more fire than d-mn bowser
now im young rocking jordan nines and count thousands
i be rising push yo -ss aside
look at her tights the way the b-tch sized,now
please, go head and be a cynic hate on me
i got the ones on ceiling loving heat
stuck in my old ways, im stuck in my old ways
i’m celebrating could be stubborn i cannot complain
b-tches see me as a bounty, they about the same
once you hit the b-tch you like, they never look the same

[interlude: steve harvey]
yeah, wooh, that’s me
c’mon give it to me, gotta have it, let me have it
wooh, somebody

[bridge]
back in this, back in this ho
back in this, back in this ho
you are lackin’, you a lack in a flow
i got cash in it, got cash and it flows

[hook 1]
thuggin’ and
you know what i’ve been on
i’ve been grinding on my own, since i got this new sound
it ain’t fading, its a newfound, haters
and the pills on me and the trees on me
we gon’ hang until the morning, till we see police
get up and hit the town tonight bro
finna give up and hit the town tonight bro
finna get up and hit the town tonight bro
finna get up and hit the town tonight bro

[verse 2]
bar by bar i bombard like barbarian
you mathaf-ckas barbies, we ain’t scared of them
aviators on my face its a vacation k!lla
narcissist like patrick bateman, b-tches know i’ll get ’em
like krillin you got dots on yo head boy
and glock shoots exactly where the beam points
rejoice get inside the whip make noise
skid marks, looking down on a signs, poor choice
knowing, that the car is f-cking stolen
now we hangin’ out the window screaming out our voice, like
look how far we done came and
days we down to k!ll for payment
walter payton with the cars on the pavement
b-st-rds on a roll like the digits in the matrix

[hook 2]
thuggin’ and
you know what i’ve been on
i’ve been grinding on my own, since…
pills on me and the trees on me
we gon’ hang until the morning, till we see police
finna get up and hit the town tonight bro
finna give up and hit the town tonight bro
go and hit the town tonight bro
i finna go and hit the town tonight bro

[outro]
pills on me and the trees on me
we gon’ hang until the morning, till we see police

- hurricane carter

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