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letra de illy chapo - illbliss

still on that don flow pipe low delivery psycho
capo illy chapo don demarco
slugs never touch me divine intervention al around me
so who the f could go against me
top scholar chase it down to the very last dollar
white collar baller your money’s midget and mines taller
way taller flow gutter spread b-tter
beats pounding like the pestle and the motar
illy gattis’s such a —
composed leadership running through my veins
see the losses and the gains the ups and the ditches
surgical stitchеs won’t save you lyrically badder
the fuеl for you blood on my apr-n is slaughter house
wash my hands clean dry the off shower dress up
whole squad stay suited up omo na set up
whole squad post the money up whole squad turn the f-ck up
whole squad f-ck the club up
know the do’s and don’t type my name with the right funds
don’t be stupid i found a way to stay lucid
i found my way up back on the peach fested level with the
aura of a ballotelli charm of a messi
swag in my jersey pray for my enemies
yellow tapes all around bodies on the pavement
all he hatred took me back to the bas-m-nt
am back motherf-ckers back back mother f-ckers wah?
i said am back motherf-ckers back back mother f-ckers
in the blink of an eye now illy na your guy
don’t touch me or hug me na the same you go stab me
authority used to your bipolarity
hypocritical and far faced competition out based
don dada rest never rest na so when a n-gga blessed
bars very tychoon surely ama see you soon
work for my paper work work up and acre more
everyday i hustle hope these f-ckers —–
gatti funded gatti gatti janded
oga boss took flight illy gatti landed
fresh in a 3 piece murder them ill blis
give them baba no mercy till its dusted
done with the school of fishes heading for the sharks
party like a boss in my nice white slacks
all made and linen flaired with the women
flaired with the acumen forget about the s-m-n
no baby mama b00by traps e no fit catch me
they born the —– wey go chop me
get me am not on your level please do not let
the devil push you into an early grave
see i run with the grimiest floss with the fanciest
looks never move me i just wanna do me
puffing on my cuban cigar so full of me
every spitting nowadays took a thing from me
the aura the gods the farrakhan thugs
the plugs from mazamaza right up to lekki
illy thambo mbeki in the younger souls
swerving in the coup blasting j cole and de la soul
i will not lose too many screws loose in my head
black jets said i hustle to the latter go getter
all the hatred took me back to the bas-m-nt
am back motherf-ckers back back mother f-ckers, wah?
i said am back motherf-ckers back back mother f-ckers
backpack motherf-ckers
shout out to my we no really send you fam motherf-ckers

- illbliss

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