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letra de gundam slang / the golden revolt - lord sizzle

sellin’ dvds out my truck
posted, bic-fl1ck the vicey, i’m a purple-haired punk
her p-ssy matches my fashion
i pump the b-tch in my hatch and i cap it off with a smack, snappin’ a pic of her feet
always keepin’ the heat under that gradient seat
eviscerate the little chiclets out a talkin’ n-gga’s meat
bl–dy feet walk on egg sh-lls and cracked blocks
meet me at the blacktop where ya grandmama sleep
ya stash spot’s below her window
my n-ggas creep on hardwood ’cause the nba don’t feel those
n-ggas that k!ll hoes, and the old b-tch gon’ be a widow if you don’t got the benzos
long story short, the jordan bottoms like a candy cane, now we finna head to the port
contortion in the glad bag, drag ’em into the torch
scorch and honor both them n-ggas for re-painting the porch
it’s important that i thank my moms for never aborting me
forwarding, villain n-gga in the lair bumpin’ orchestry
n-ggas always borin’ me with struggle bars
lightskin n-ggas actin’ like they took a bath in tar
far from it, diggin’ dirt i did to bury under par
p-ssy eatin’ tastes so good just like a chicken parm
pardon me for leavin’ ya’ll so parched, probably playin’ in the arch
knockin’ doc martens in a parking lot
playin’ possum in the trunk with a gold satroi clutched in a michael jackson glove, i don’t even need her love
i was f-ckin’ b-tches on the low anyway
n-ggas quick to b-tch and fold when i show ’em the .44 comes on any day
new day, new b-tch, ya’ll just panty-raidin’ n-ggas talkin’ sh-t when they bank look like fannie mae’s
anime in the maybach, dip into the grey ‘lac
sippin’ oj and some great ‘ac
grained with cash, this inherent rap
i’m a product of a parent trap… no caitlyn
conversate then raid the reggie, bevvy in the belly, batin’
telly ringin’, momma’s picture pops into my fornicatin’
poppin’ carty’s in atari’s, drink bacardi from the patron
dollar commas on my conscience, ramadan at salty’s place
and i don’t even know what this was for
but i was sippin’ lean like a fiend at the f-ckin’ bet awards
bl–dy ink on the reams, beamin’ off the chords
my n-gga donnie g got a n-gga out the f-ckin’ court
praise the powers that be: the n-ggas on the moon
droppin’ six figgas on a n-gga’s marble tomb
his b-tch on my waterbed, bendin’, gettin’ seasick
siftin’ through the forest for the lord’s golden cheesestick
b-tch

when you’re alone, call me
i’ll be up in it, that’s for sure, in the morn only
i’ll slide right behind ya back, i’ll keep you safe
half me, i don’t see, blind by linen back then
there’s a way, i want you in my life
new car by day
when you’re alone, you can call me all day too
i draw my gat, my negro view for you
will everybody know my name in review?
as you resist, i fade away, as you
peace sign, p-ss ya friends, be cold and insane, turn blue
in the madness, in the madness, feel alive until the golden revolt
no more eyes, no more lies in the golden revolt
bruiseless, music bleeds and eatin’ through the golden revolt
copper aroma, don’t let them know my real thoughts

- lord sizzle

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