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letra de terre sainte - kakou & sugs

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[hook: sugs]
an eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
beat you to a pulp and the punch
slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick f-cks
b-tch i wouldn’t say too much

mind hurts, can’t tell what is down what is up
bite down the curb, pullin herb from the dutch
blow the smoke in ya eyes, i despise you too much
point blank to the face, why you makin a fuss?

[verse: sugs]
tell em if he want beef i got boatloads
footprints, cigarettes on the dirt road
just a little too late
drown a f-ckboi in a grate, watch him bobbin up and down like a yo-yo

make some profit you can tell me bout my management
til then tеll them it’s a f-ck you and a d-mn it then
i can tell you еnvious and wanna end me
so you better pick the weapon that’ll put the most damage in

ain’t much i could tell you
light the match and light the fuse
i get tired of mothaf-ckers, hit the b-tton wit the snooze
talkin records, measure quantity to quality?
when you livin reckless, ain’t n0body get apologies
lightning clouds, rain leak out the gutter
i could not find peace if i wanted to
half my life been treat like a ghost
so i’m gon eat and my dogs are gonna too

woah, wrap my hands with a roll of some black tape
lippin off and back talk leave you with a cracked face
follow you in death and i ain’t leavin til ya last light
rivals in the present and the future and the past life

millions of motherf-ckers piled up in the crash site, knew
i couldn’t stop it so i’m tossin all the trash right through
wanna check that? run it through a fact check
read between the text, yea the class in full effect b-tch

i don’t accustomed to a b-tch who tryna call me
got a custom pocket knife, the needle point for my opponents
need a pope for my confession, i confess that you a phony
i got forty f-cking ways to make your family send condolences

[hook: sugs]
an eye for an eye or a knife and a blade in the cut
beat you to a pulp and the punch
slide out my way, a crusade of insane sick f-cks
b-tch i wouldn’t say too much
mind hurts, can’t tell what is down what is up
bite down the curb, pullin herb from the dutch
blow the smoke in ya eyes, i despise you too much
point blank to the face, why you makin a fuss?

- kakou sugs

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