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letra de dope sick in the summer - james wames

[intro]
naaahh, naw na not that
this life be too short to follow that sh-t!
it’s some hate
it’s some hate in my heart
it’s some hate in my heart
it’s some hate in my heart my heart
narcan rob my grave

[verse 1]
got a bag of dope from a street lamp he was standing on the corner
drop your b-tch on i-80 left her standing on the shoulder
i wanna feel a little bit nervous
lil’ b-tch i need you like up at my service
abuse on a substance like a f-cking wife beater
and i’m pouring up this liquid by the f-cking milliliter
i just got arrested by a cop
and i told him that my b-lls just dropped
broke out of the cuff lit blunt took a puff
pay him off with cash i race 150 on thе dash
pig brain got a motherf-cking slug in it
f-ck the pigs til my life f-cking donе in this

[refrain]
i might eat a xan, melt it
if it was in my hand right now
i might sniff a perc like b-tch
no bars pow wow wow wow
[verse 2]
inevitable, premature death
reinvent my world, take my last breath
i ran out of drug, i don’t f-ck with meth
i ran out of drug, feel like a reason for death
i got a sub in my lip kiss her before she suck my sh-t
now got suboxone on my d-ck
by traditional terms, i ain’t really from the mud
i get high on dirt put 20 ounces in my mud
i get high on dirt put 20 ounces in my mud
keep the bushes down low
so i can see the snakes coming
f-ck! i just got 302ed
they put me back in the asylum i can’t even sniff no blues
perc 31, but i got clean
3-1 not a 30 where the pills where the weed

[refrain]
i might eat a xan, melt it
if it was in my hand right now
i might sniff a perc like b-tch
no bars pow wow wow wow

[verse 3]
mobin it mobin it but i ain’t got no mob
yoppin of a yoppa in a f-cking helicopter
m30 upside imprinted w for the wames
i don’t need no 30s i just raw dog all this pain
i’m up in arenas colosseum with my brain
on some gladiator sh-t i like to feel the f-cking pain
you got something to say? say it to my corpse
all this blowing my brain sh-t for that i’m just a wh0re
i do the limbo
i do the limbo
how low can i go how low can i go?
how low can i go how low?
[outro]
that’s futr ruuster
that’s futr ruuster on the beat
that’s ruuster on the beat b-tch!

- james wames

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