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letra de nate diazepam - lunar c

[verse 1: lunar c]
can’t change up, that’s the brand, take me as i am
straight up slap a man, i’m nate diazepam
they don’t back the gang, they don’t stand a chance
wake up, stack the grands until they break elastic bands
sound clash gets awks when i take the lead
like a hipster’s wardrobe flipped upside down, i reign supreme
i love chicks but can’t let ’em take up any time
if it ain’t just for the night, i gracefully decline
started rapping round about the time my dad went back to prison
got a couple fans and thеn these b-tches startеd acting different
raps i’ve written, you can hear the passion in ’em
that’s the difference between fact and fiction
you don’t have the vision
if i was one degree colder, h-ll would f-cking freeze over
smoking blunts with p solja on a money green sofa
f-ck with me and you’re taking this l
you say your life’s a movie, yep and you’re playing yourself

[chorus: lunar c & p solja]
boisht on the hoodie, i’m a fly tippa
you’re not my boy, i can’t get high with ya
you’re not my bro so i can’t ride with ya
you’re not my b-tch so i can’t slide with ya
boisht on the hoodie, i’m a fly tippa
you’re not my boy, i can’t get high with ya
you’re not my bro so i can’t ride with ya
you’re not my b-tch so i can’t slide with ya
[verse 2: p solja]
can’t change up, that’s the brand, take me as i am
red stripe out the can, it’s big p, i’m the man
i built a joint at your mam’s, there’s stone in the pan
i’m whipping up with both hands while swapping grams for grands
fiends smoke so much work, n-gga you can’t walk
i saw the feds, they question a n-gga, i can’t talk
and what’s the ting on my hip? n-gga, a large hawk
and if you f-ck with the clique, n-gga i’ll start war
and i’ve been dressed in black, creeping like a f-cking ninja
what you into? pull up in a sprinter, scran a man for dinner
yeah i am a sinner but my team’s full of winners
pull up in dingers with some charvas and they’re all full swingers

[verse 3: lefty]
she ain’t my b-tch but i still hit it
d-mn, these pills make me fidget
she tryna get my digits but i lost my phone
all my n-ggas really k!ll it
you might catch me with the tippas
swig the bottle, we ain’t sippers
i be talking to the spirits
business, baby wait until i’m finished
can’t come here without a clearance
your whole drip from the clearance
i ain’t scared of god, i’m fearless
she sucked my d-ck with perseverance
tied her hair, took off her inners
she said i’m crazy when i’m wavy
i said “shut up, this ain’t nothing”
i ain’t even playing, i ain’t even praying
i’m high, i’m himalaying
might go super saiyan
met her on the way in
baby girl you’re paying
i don’t care today
dyed my hair, i’m grey
watch out what you say
better watch your aim
i’ll bring the army out
someone calm me down
[chorus: lunar c & p solja]
boisht on the hoodie, i’m a fly tippa
you’re not my boy, i can’t get high with ya
you’re not my bro so i can’t ride with ya
you’re not my b-tch so i can’t slide with ya
boisht on the hoodie, i’m a fly tippa
you’re not my boy, i can’t get high with ya
you’re not my bro so i can’t ride with ya
you’re not my b-tch so i can’t slide with ya

- lunar c

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