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letra de rich roll freestyle - lil skycam

obama’s mobster ass cigars in our garages
manage twa’s, bubble hot tub massages
you might run from a kelly with heat
in spite of a forthright notion that we were discreet
and to most of them you’re nothing but another statistic
this is genocide on mine, let’s be realistic
i’m feeling, it’s the beat of..
‘caught up in the rapture of love’
stimulation lush, with danger we brush
who can’t keep sh-t on the hush
rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll
i drink a ?? to ya soul, m-th-f-cka rich roll
so i created a developed penmanship based on being a gentleman
my flows got it buggin, don’t mess with my clicc man
so the v and not the b’s, not only thе question
can’t accost me, they can’t see mе just my reflection
serving kid’s humility pills with a side bowl of soul
it’ll be cold unless you wanna gain control
dats the way we roll ol school sittin on 20’s
try and press, i ?? the stress, more or less
”some think i’m soft just because i’m humble”
inmate 96-8-42-95, please come to the bubble?
no matter the price, we will speak the truth
cause our guns spit lead, just like verses in the booth
cauterized by the zippo he had stole that afternoon
knowing that you left the world far to soon
his familymembers at my feet begging me not to k!ll him
like my chicks stickin gorgeous a stun in a slim
mighty mike will still be wearin his champion’s crown
i got more soul than james brown
worldwide symphony k!lling spree wit a guillotine
for hoe cakes to fiend you know the routine
i got banged up, stitched up, shut up, word up
grab your b-tt with a real big cup
if we open for y’all it’s still our show
always on a hunt lookin for a lil more dough
and one day, i’ll be old and retired
son, all my k!llas is fam, nothing hired
off the top of the dome, can’t remember my verse
and it’s understood, wit the body of the universe i’m tryin to be the illest of the day
the bond was made and i’ll never wander astray
but i keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
tackle cattle pusher hounds to my amus-m-nt a game change that no other out there can claim
for one knows not what gets one shot
4:30 in da morning we headed out the parking lot

- lil skycam

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