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letra de black lights - king los

[intro]
dear all you little rappers here i’m finna black light
pure carbon in the atmosphere turning the black lights

[verse 1]
too cool, i hula hoop with cuban chains
who can change the frequency and move the game?
who maneuver through the pain?
who the truest to the name?
who do you, do you acclaim, you are lame?
you, and you, and you, and you the same?
oh f-ck it, homie do your thang
i ain’t in got stressed for this one
i be b-mpin’ dipset, getting sets of dips in
flexing different, make you n-gg-s cut a check to kick it
man tell ’em it’s a easy run
if you the best you the easy one
i’m a n-gg- with a att-tude, i snoop, cube, dre and eazy son
line ’em up like the yeezy’s coming
got ’em shook like jesus coming
f-ck peace, get a piece or something
everyday we smoke at least a onion
get some vegan piece of mac and cheese or something
can’t believe the day imagine me with nothing
heaters bucking in my hood and we was ducking
reaper coming, repercussions squeeze the drum and
make it even, even preachers running
i take the kids and teach ’em something
they don’t f-ck with me for nothing
we agree to this on me to leave ’em something
keep it coming, keep it coming
ain’t no secret f-ck with me, and i’ma ether something
even keep it peaceful feed me beats and keep me blunted
god body, god body, the young god hard body
hard top big body, talk tough get bodied
she down to be in my dms, john gotti, yo gotti
my saint laurents go prolly, i ain’t playing with n-body
i’ma f-ck around and had to murk a n-gg-
make a verse ’bout one of you n-gg-s and go hurt a n-gg-
it don’t concern a n-gg- in about the paper player hater
perpetrator greatest innovator ever n-gg-
get down like james brown in “funky”
man watch you girlfriend ’cause she want me
and you’re not me, you can’t stop me
man, you who’s on me gon’ block me
they drop so c-cky, it’s not me
i did not need to say that
but i take the drop-top to the top speed
and to catch me you need godspeed
if you b-tch stare, i shift clauses and switch gear like a five speed
i don’t dig these artist n-gg-s push my b-ttons and get me started but my cause is greater
the sheer mechanics of a n-gg- in the hood is known to take your b-tch to alternator
god body, god body, who is god? y’all prolly—
think god exist, outside of y’all body
i ain’t playing with n-body
yellow lamb red ferrari, look like kyle and lil yachty
heard your metaphors and your punches
i ain’t diggin’ out a d-mn line
jesus christ wouldn’t cross me
and i’ma blow up ’cause i landmine
allah align the stars create the path
made sunshine from many moons
through your soul all it is a sacred math
wait wait hold up let me take that back
i said jesus crosses allah
allah align stars, suns, moons (bars)
made sunshine, mars
and your soul is all sacred math
it’s cosmic because the solar is sacred math
i could out ramadan and break his fast
excuse my french like my moroccan brother
’bout to make fans dessert rappers like that alb-m cover
y’all don’t deserve me, y’all n-gg-s lame
my sh-t too early, my sh-t is perfect
only way i’m a f-ck-up, is if i do that sh-t on purpose
what’s these n-gg-s purpose? most these n-gg-s worthless
f-ck we gon’ do when all that sh-t [?]
man you lie, man you really hurt us
i should serve you as you would diss for dips serves
i should go and get your b-tch some d-ck service
make her c-m, give me mouth and lip service
tell these p-ssy n-gg-s hop up off my sack
i am from the hood where ain’t no fathers at
but i’m at just like my father met
i’ll be flexing thinking that i’m hercules
while your momma clap, just like my momma clump
think i’m a chump, how you wanna act?
oh hercules! hercules! hercules!

moor bars

- king los

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