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letra de kold war - luccas

[intro]
hokahey! it’s a good day to die

[verse 1]
ay, it’s a good day to die
don’t know if you realized
self harm scars and i know i’m right
i look like a seraphite
eyes on me look too light
i wonder what seraphs like
i wonder what sheriffs like
is it dead flies, is it dead guys?
is it k!lling n-ggas with mob ties in this sh-t?
i got blinds on my vis, but i got eyes in this pit
and i’m quick to the bliss like addicts
we blackened, b-tch, we slaughterin’ demons
thought i wouldn’t use a bl!ck
had to x these n-ggas out, just like a hoe i used to hit
like everyone turned fakе, i ain’t answered no one in days
excеpt for my singular babe
b.b.b. to your face, tlc on your case, oh
b-l-g-b, i b-c-w-m-n
i been isolated with the baddest of women
i could never call her a b-tch
the cost on my conscience would cost me an arm and a d-ck
she rock with a ham’ and a sick
i green eggs and ham with my chick
ain’t texted a soul, that’s no pictures
block list got bigger, uh
i been coolin’ with my n-ggas, uh
sam i am not when it comes to the fl!cks, uh
‘cause, n-ggas be watching
they on my top ten, waiting to rush up the flash
n-ggas be jockin’
i’m with my top ten, you could be gone in a flash
i could make you too abashed
like the cold war and an arp
tax wh0re, with a k on me, that’s sass
i’m tay-k, b-tch, i gotta blast
[bridge]
drop dead, n-ggas flexin’ on me but get no head
op-eds, what a n-gga writing when he need bread
chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
a hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
n-ggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
you talkin’ tough, but i could see the coke you snorted in your nose

[verse 2]
‘fore i ride the wave, i rather get hit by a bus
all this sh-t is sus, it’s like grown men in toys “r” us
he tried to pull my card, but he ain’t seen a royal flush
these were zel’s opinions, n-gga, i ain’t sayin’ much
except the type of sh-t that kidd had did
the folk he was amid
nice, till he went silent
now they seeth on his defiance
‘cause ‘fore he started walking like a tyrant
he watched his friend stop breathing
that made him extra violent
it’s a cold war when n-ggas hate the sh-t you do
when you reserving all your racks and treat your misses cool
i could take a seat in sidelines, might
but it’s hard to cool when n-ggas want to f-ck your life
hummingbirds round the air
their wings align, a perfect pair
through coded words and stolen glances
love danced amidst the war’s advances

- luccas

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