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letra de july 2nd(freestyle pt.l) - khari rufus

“freestyle vibe” by khari
v1:yea yea yea
i had cl-ss on friday//mama parked her new whip all over my driveway//uh//imagine how i feel right now//close yo eyes can i see(2x) right now?//i guess not ask for forgiveness on a sunday//cash check place in the offering basket//next step i’m looking through a casket on a sat-rday//heavenly father take the drama away from the grave//and we back on a plain boring monday//shopping wit the devil at target on a thursday//forgot i bought some drinks way back when on a tuesday//d-mn//crash my automobile right into the fishing well//dumb -ss b-tch cast me a witch among a magic spell//uh uh//dominos here i am//delivering pizza plus mam ya forgot cha mail//distributing cliental easy success always fails//look at the out come my brutha i say farewell//i’m blown out the window full of herbal smoke//catch a vote//black n-gga like me//can’t get revoke//y’all too broke//y’all b-tches common jokes//only time we getting money is base off of reality shows//k!lling the vibe k!lling spirit and the faithtality//i’m a god mc rhythmic not a gimmick//sorry i took ya oldest daughter ma i had run her to clinic//jumping over hurdles, doing flips hooray for the olympics//i only f-ck wit one//she my top gun//temple run//nervous to be the only one//but yet we the chosen ones
(break)
v2:raincoat par tie//365 days i never wear one//body built until i f-ckin rih//not a buff cat but i be flexin//testin the freshmen askin them every questions like did cha moms cry?//uh//bathing ape i’m wearing//causal jeans at a wedding//steady sweating a n-gga for his bank//president sw-nk he was baptized by a drunken reverend//but uh then there was seven eleven//church full of sinners//broke bread winners//perfect family pictures//and c0ke hustling beginners//honestly enough to undermine gods dilemma//uh//thank god for protecting our lost children//wish i had rolley shining with a new back top//f-ckin all of these hoes cleaning they mess with a black mop//hands up m-th-f-cka throw yo life in the sky//cause nowadays little homie either you live or you fly//away but i’m not-that type of guy//high hopes for reaching international until i notice my grandpa died//that’s why-i-am-the-coldest n-gga alive//driving reckless around pavement like who the f-ck is this guy?!//neighbors yelling get tha f-ck out of town//shut the h-ll up m-th-f-ckas real n-gga holding sh-t down//they say i’m a clown//pray they hope i drown//middle finger in the air ya bish i got the crown//i see ya frowning//cussing-fighting-biting every word that i’m citing//please open ya eyes don’t sleep on kdr becus i’m constantly writing… goodnight fam//and we back back in this m-th-f-cka uh//and we back back back in this m-th-f-cka uh//freestylin on the beat yeah i’m wildin’//freestylin(echoes out)

- khari rufus

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