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letra de urcofifn - lalion

lost all hope around age 6
same time mom was well convinced
if i don’t hit this rapping sh-t
it’s over, we can’t live like this
papa promised drop top whips
if i could k!ll this wind pipe sh-t
i still fight with knives and whips
i’d cut my throat for them to live

i been here living the life with my eyes closed
i been american psycho the knife go
cutting up another mother f-cker with geico to rent
15 percent
can’t seem to prevent
the screams from the benz when i swerve the bends
and k!ll all your friends
send for the trends but ending up 10 feet in cement
when i find them then dead on the high road

mother f-ckers wanna get illogical
when i been ivan drago with a bottle full of vodka soul
i’ll admit i’m probably the problem though
mom i got a gun and i’ve been popping on all the hoes

brrrraaht like i’m 2pac
2 glocks in my tube socks
for the 2 cops
thinking that they really run this
hot off the stove top
no shot for my throat dog
i’m a whole mob
peaking off the couple substance
i been feeling way too gone
i been feeling faded
i don’t even drink no more
but somehow i’m sedated
i’ma make them kiss some more
my demons know they hated
we in love until we go
get buried under pavement

call it what you wanna call it
ima a mother f-cking problem
all or none i want your wallet
ima talk sh-t until my coffin
call it what you wanna call it
this exhibit a of nonsense
i speak truth until i vomit
ima talk sh-t until my coffin

oh no ivan drago with the yolo
yo hoe get a photo for the show though
so low that the soul froze when the nose blow
kilos with the tito’s yelling gringos
yea
i been el diablo on a bottle
how’d i get so hollow
i burnt the road el dorado
shout out to mac i’m macking a model
half a sack of smack get her zapped why not follow

come with me
hail merry
g.r.a.n.t
getting scary with the lil uzi
blasting f-ckers like its dbz
i’m a g o d

what the f-ck you want from me
money, tree, or life be free
i’m your genie grant you three
wishes, b-tches, riches please know

i found out too late
there ain’t really no escape
man my demons know my fate
they gon tell me every day
yea
f-ck it ima run it
this my gun is out of hundred
til my family think i’m nothing
til my mama peeling onions
call it what you wanna call it
ima a mother f-cking problem
all or none i want your wallet
ima talk sh-t until my coffin
call it what you wanna call it
this exhibit a of nonsense
i speak truth until i vomit
ima talk sh-t until my coffin

- lalion

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