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letra de tabasco - iiiq

[intro]
uh-uh
what the f-ck
yea yea
b-tch

[verse 1]
i’m good at everything i do don’t hate me
i been in the zone lately
they want the real me
but i don’t know what fake be
can you feel me
this everything i will be
gettin’ ahead of myself
i don’t really like to ask for help
i’m countin’ blues
this ain’t news
we don’t follow rules
why we don’t lose
i been at it i paid my dues
lil’ rappers everywhere who’s who
we going high press
so i digress
say it with ya chest
now ladies wanna show br–sts
i need more reps
more checks
more rest
but the grind don’t stop
pray to god i don’t flop
cause everything i say came from up top
like i was in the white house calling shots
middle finger out the sunroof yellin’ f-ck the cops

[hook]
i just feel like the illest in the buildin’
i’m the realest no question no ceilin’
can’t k!ll us i’ma be a legend bob dylan
they jealous i got bars like arrested villains
no one near us came a long way from drug dealin’
can’t cure us too sick with it how you feelin’
they fear us every song i be k!llin’
can’t tell us sh-t i’m tryina make 10 million

[verse 2]
these haters irrelevant
what i say is heaven sent
so i look up to the sky
oh my
i’m high
so high i forgot what i was doing
oh yea i’m spittin’ like i was chewing
tabacco
but it’s straight heat like tabasco
i go where that -ss go
i’m going in cause i got the p-ss-code
shots you better p-ss those
getting money like i p-ssed go
i want a monopoly like i ran the whole game
no one on top of me but they don’t know my name
yet tell em it’s q like i had a lobotomy
women hear their hair color on a track and say aww you thought of me?
b-tch no
but i got eyes
2 to see
and 3 so you really know it’s me
they don’t really know me
i’ma nuke the game with this k!lling spree

[verse 3]
your opinion is like the speed limit
a suggestion that i don’t care for innint
this benz ain’t rented
my windows ain’t tinted
i’m too obsessed with going down a great anyway you spin it
these women call me s-xy before i can even take my pants off
she like it when i say i’m hands on
these other rappers soft here’s some tampons
now they buggin’ like i left the lamp on
you and i are not that different
i’m just tryina make an imprint
subtract e from the image that’s the difference
i’m a g
more like g o d
when these girls all on me
i feel like the only
kid left with gas flow
cash flow
she delicate guess she like to gl-ss blow
when she slide tell her use the back door
this the me they all asked for

[outro]
fast forward
seein’ right through the fake like a gl-ss door
gas to the floor
with my back toward
those who say i ain’t got it f-ck you i’ma get the last word
i want an episode on rapture
factual
cause i’m on
fire like half of california i’ma don
with paranoia hold up think there’s something wrong
ysl pheromones this ya girls favorite song
had it in the bag all along
then i’m gone

- iiiq

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