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letra de timing - ljraeds

[verse]
i’m finding my timing
it’s kinda like dying
don’t ask if i’m lying
’cause i do mind riding
the wave of my craze when i pop like a line
i’m just like a lion
i’m buying these diamonds
i hate everybody who doubt on my dreamin’
well i’m gonna make it so one day i’m feedin’ out
all of these bars when i’m hard like a p-n-s
i’m flying to venus, stop trying, you fiending
i k!ll instrumentals, i burn in a mental
i’m fly as a kite when your b-tch want a rental
she rent up a dental, i rap accidental
and this sh-t acidic, i’m sick like i’m denim on b-tches
with titties that’s bigger than cities and she be real pretty
but bad in the middle
i fiddle with toys like i rub on the peddle
i’m up on my pedestal, b-tch i can’t settle
i’m just like a rap god
callin’ me jesus
a colony needing a borrowing
kings that’s up in his kingdom
and got him a singing b-tch
sucking a d-ck like a toothbrush with paste on it
b-tch can’t deny that i’m poppin’ off
spreading fire like another motherf-ckin’ molotov
i’ve been off, but i caught back up
with my arms wrapped up tryna say wassup
but can’t holla holla to the cops
i might get aggressive
learn my lesson by a holocaust
what it cost? i don’t know, pale as snow
f-ckin’ off, jerkin’ off
to a fat b-tch with some fat lips
got some big cake
get a plate ‘fore this sh-t go off
sh-t so good like a b-tch done did it before we get it in
turn out a burden, buried in my casket
b-tch is you laughing? choke on the d-ck like a b-tch
“what happened?”
got a mask on
i might cause a kamikaze and then prolly body everybody
within the party, bombing all the mom’s maybe getting drunk
i’m blowin’ up like jobs on the run, for fun, acting dumb
secret recipe within the depths of magically evaporating
never dating back to the past when i’m passin’ the pass
to the kids in the back and then laughin’ their asses off
the gas goes off
little do they know, it was planned all along
i left nonchalant, leave everybody else
need good timing when you’re rhyming up a bell
need good timing so you ain’t in a cell
write up in my cell when i’ve dealt with h-ll
too different, i’m kiddin’
and i’m rippin’ this sh-t up apart like a car
when i’m speedin’ a mission
i’m actin’ a little bit different
a b-tch driftin’
rappin’ so fast like your b-tch in the kitchen
i’m just a kid when i’m wishin’ for b-tches
i’m weird, immature
f-ck a chore man
i’ma do me like i’ma do your wh0re
poor sport
mind that i’m off the coefficient
like a politician and i’m startin’ a missioned war
[outro]
a missioned war

- ljraeds

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