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letra de open tab - maccyp

[verse 1: maccyp]
feelin’ like i speak for others
when i say there’s plenty mother f-ckers
wanna chuck around a couple numbers
say they goin’ up but in a drunkin’ slumber
takin drugs to sucker punch these sunken captains
thought they’d plunder, pillage, ask what happened
that’s the b-st-rd that’s rapped his last chapter
i’ve captured the flag and maxed out the counter
i’m drowning in acid i round up the hours
i’m pounding on the gate and pushing flowers
what’s the point of livin’ when you’ve gained all the power
i’ll roundhouse a spouse out the way
to dowse myself in more chowder
cause there ain’t no doubt about it
car keeps a crowd around it
clothes smell like loud surrounds it
hours flying by i’m countin’ down it
makin’ money like a sound allowance
preaching like the crown allowed it
see a nice b-tch i’mma proudly pound it
if i end up under ground announce it
say my name hoe please pr-nounce it
cause maccy’s been back
laughin. at these motherf-ckers like i’m sinbad
i don’t keep a strap i let my raps tag
all these people actin bad but i stay ‘laxed
if my adrenaline spikes i’ll grab the mask and knife
cause i’m seein’ lights like it fourth of july
and my b-tch is gonna cry if i’m locked up every night
i ain’t tryna be a deadbeat i make ends meet
if we beefin’ and we meet i let you have eternal peace
i got dead presidents inside the bank
dead residents inside my place
dealt a preference for holding ace
but i didn’t get a say, in my birth state
now i got the gift like it’s my birthday
i’m running up on my bag
running into my b-tch
pulling back on my gat
bouta flip the switch
bouta flip my switch
[verse 2: candy coup]
vision blurry like it’s dirt in my lense n-gga
vinaigrette, sour mood i got my acid up
b-tches actin like they socrates won’t answer em
if they cross over allen iver i’mma handle ’em
pray to god he keep me ‘way from them fake n-ggas
she ask too much now what that mean she a gravedigger
1-800-suicide up in that k n-gga
i ain’t tryna live in chains but f-ck them eight figures
shaded up my eyes too big whip yo girl no license sh-t
ran miles up in that p-ssy like a jogger exercising b-tch
roll up h-lla blunts we burn and transfer like it’s syphilis
but these antibiotics don’t affect my black thought viruses
said a gram i slipped an eight, five times that’s a f-cking plate
flip it for the coins today, heads or tails my profit straight
yes i got a lotta faith, either way she gimme face
asked me what’s up in my drink, smiling as she got a taste

- maccyp

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