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letra de pound cake(freestyle) - lto

[lto]
pound cake straight exelarater no brake in game never been the same crossing no lane this the true meaning of globalisation man by nature no initiation wrap the gift writing raps night shift endless to the end this money im gona spend over the corner of a hangover the night is still young so im recording a song room got no improvement only thing tidy is my talent hirsty gang that sh-t the real bang spill the cake im going insane vanish like a dirty stain d-mn im over my limit like mustangs this n-ggers lame like arangetangs this freestyle make your girl smile so imagine my own song im doing nothing wrong just check my eith beamer n-gga
[verse 1:g-hirsty ]
i get high in ohio
f-cken’ c0ke and a smile
devil reading the bible
reverends triggered the rifle
animal heads important to the back yard again
bury the backyardigans
blood covers my b-tton up in step fathers cardigan
erect a pistol, eject a clip full of missiles
a bodybag, to clean the gory issue
closed casket, f-ggot, burn the house down with you
end this sh-t to end this sh-t
does heaven have a membership?
because i pick up angels by a pistol whip
this time she’s so beautiful and me
unusual to see
shove her in the trunk, you can go with me
you like my freshjive shirt, well i can give you one for free
cause’ when i wished for it i found me on a k!llin’ spree
…just leave up to me

[verse 2: g-hirsty]
my mom caught jackin’ off to hannah montana with a banana peel
sippin’ a cherry fanta to match my dress and my purple heels
looking like i’m santa but skinny in a black weave, it’s real
in a stolen truck with my license to k!ll
i tell em’ “i’m frank from montana, the king of the hill”
except i’m a n-gga from the junk yard gang
bill cosby couldn’t spot me if i copied a duck in a bill
simply cause’ i do not give a f-ck like virginity
illmatic with the tactics
i do not give a f-ck how you feel, i got wolf
i flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer
i skate, and rap, a compose’n photographers
back like a black b-tches hairline, kilometer
hotter than madonna
doo-doo mama back-up dancers with the windows rolled up inside the honda driving through nevada during summer
tyler comma the creator is a f-cking animal, i’m such spitting like a llama n-gga

- lto

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