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letra de caution ! - $l badmon

[verse 1 : ]
briefcase full of problems and a mind full of goals
cheese chasers in the squadron and they never ‘gon fold
b-tch n-gg-s steady watching like they profits ‘gon grow
nah p-ss-es go and get it and stop copying my flow
and you n-gg-s gotta stop waiting for it
talking bout your worries and problems like they gon pay you for it
talking out ya neck and the pavement ‘gon be ya favorite floor
oops i mean your only floor
make you wish you ‘ain’t know me more
(stupid n-gg-s )
i’m going bundy with this terror flow
leaving ya brain in pieces
like them reese’s that you begging for
leaving you n-gg-s reeking like you feces on a dinner floor
having you n-gg-s believing that i’m jesus with a gucci coat
(oh my god! )
i’m never backing down i’m like an uppercut
i’m rising from the dirt and up to f-ck you up
leave ya mouth shut
keep it closed or i might follow up
leave the dirt smeared all in ya face like a little kid with a muddy touch
my words pack heat like a tommy gun
if you don’t duck when i spit i might catch a hommie son
these n-gg-s think they the sh-t i might have to body one
these n-gg-s softer than t-ts on they f-cking mommy son
it’s the badmon you know what it do
cooking n-gg-s like i’m ramsey and they f-cking food
psycho k!ller stab a n-gg- then i watch him ooze
(ahh)
and you could peep the tat i always rep the f-cking crew
( s l b-tch! )

- l badmon

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