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letra de cheesin - leechy boi

[hook]
i roll up on your block and i’m cheesin, you know that i came with advantage
i need a place in the hamptons, a mansion with vantage points, that i can manage
the underground goat, boi finna float, he coming round for the damage
knock out your partner, i’m hot and i’m sparking, i’m backwards with rays like de lana
he wanna come with a problem, i stop him dead in his tracks like natasha
boy better come with some caution, i’m spitting sickness, this sh-t is too caustic
i think i’m a god, but i don’t feel real, ghost kid i’m looking agnostic
a handle of punch i’ve been sipping, you can’t handle it, you been getting too nauseous

[verse 1]
power is awesome, i feel like austin, running with k!llers from boston
making the jump like a rocket, that boy he squinting, he peeking my pockets
i don’t got sh-t, ‘cept for a zip, knuckle swing right for your lip
i don’t give you just the tip, play with a switch, now your throat wet with that drip
ooh, i’ve…
got a few problems inside of my head
i keep a bat by the side of my bed
i’ve had a knife to the side of my neck
“beg for your life” is what that p-ssy said
“what, you gonna stab me?” ahh, he seemed to have some regrets
he seemed to be worried what i would do next
he called his dad, started crying instead
joking with me, pudding, know you can’t fight
holding my strap, you a b-tch, not a dyk-
older by how much? how am i the tyke?
bigger than you are in numbers, alright
but i’ve got the sk!llset to make this sh-t effortless
grind for the numbers, i’m climbing up everest
not sure with shots, but a drunkard, i never miss
growing for green, like i’m cooking up cannabis

[verse 2]
they used to cuff me up by the occ
put a gun to my head over otc
i don’t care who your mark is, it won’t be me
so i’ll say it again, b-tch, f-ck the police
sick of the grind, cause it slow like mol-sses
i grew up too grimy, still scratch on my gl-sses
i’ve scars on my arms and my legs from the scratching
diseases been beating me, driving to madness
infection it spreads, like a scr-p of the beats
growing too old, i don’t f-ck with the streets
lonely and cold, well, i’ve only got me
internet salty, then come cross the sea
i’ll keep on fighting until i collapse
ain’t heard no bell, so i’m still skipping cl-ss
f-ck what i did, cause that sh-t’s in the past
i’m keeping straight till the day i relapse
so while i’m still broken, i’m tryna be healthy
you dissing in distance, you think that you’re stealthy
i’m keeping distinction of people been helping
and freaks who besiege on me, till i get wealthy
it’s not just a dream, it’s a plan in the making
so plan on the breaking, my door, you’ve been hating
this hunger i’m sating, i’m red like i’m satan
but you keep on talking sh-t, while i’ve been lately

[outro]
what do you mean?

- leechy boi

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