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letra de snakes - huskii

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(verse 1)

all of my homies on the underground
so if you run your mouth, then we’ll hunt you down
you c-nts amount, to nothing i wonder how
i been getting you dogs scared like a thunderpound

that’s mean, coppers wanna see me in the green
never had a year without court, in my teens
only talk the truth, i put it all on my
team huskii, no watering me down, trust me

i’mma stay straight, better make way
better vacate, do-do-do like a waist gauge
chop a chopper like an ak
people looking for me cuz they fucking know that it’s my payday

i’mma stay straight, kickin’ the venom in ya face
you wanna play, mate? i don’t ever name names, but i slay fakes
leave em on the gr-ss on their stomach
& it’s funny cause their snakes, aye

cast out like fisherman
smoked the pot i’m pissin’
all tied up like the michelin man
i don’t really gonna care if nobody listening

i stay real, i don’t really care how you feel
everybody wanna get a deal, wanna get a mill
i just wanna a meal
bitin’ my hooks, then you know i gonna reel

in like a b-ss, when i catch these f-ggots
they gon’ squeal, thinkin’, i won’t, but i will
i’mma k!ll all these f-ggots trynna copy and steal
eatin’ jack and jills at the top of the hill

fucked up off of muscle relaxants
working hard and going nowhere, like i’m hustlin’ backwards
i just want in the game and they won’t let us
hotter than ghost peppers, & now i gotta muscle them rappers

(verse 2)

everybody around me is see through
say anything to deceive you
hurt you and act like they don’t mean to
they’re evil; i’m just sick of fucking with people

trynna open new doors, can’t get the key thru
count down my demise, five four three two
so tired of trynna be equal
wit these fools, playin’ t’game, well i’ll beat you

saying my name, i cook beef too
so if you wanna start shit, then i’ll eat you
i seen too, many rappers who seem to, be better
won’t believe it til i see proof

got a fucked up state of mind
all i do is get fucked up, stay inside
behind the curtains, that’s where i waste my life
t’shades and blinds, i pull when i’m blazin’ mine

amazing mind, no mates cause they give up
a razor sliced to my wrist if i give up
my temper is something i’m trynna get rid’a
but losin’ it only keeps bringing more shit up

am i a junkie, cuz i gotta tick up?
i’m pretty hungry, and i got the hiccups
but i got no money for that take away
i ain’t even got a motherfucking place to stay

sick of stabbin’ up change, while i waste away
i crave for days, but when i get the shit
it doesn’t taste the same. so i don’t eat, don’t sleep
go creep, trynna get some curves away like bopeep

you don’t know me, you ain’t understanding me
you don’t know the shit that my family handed me
ever since i was a kid, they weren’t making a man of me
they were too busy stealing my ritalin & scamming me

- huskii

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