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letra de dimes - macks martin

(chorus: sowdy)
creep and crawl all your down spine
jewellery store, run all them dimes
villain rap, do all the crimes
smack them back to prehistoric times
ay, i got the mask on, pull it
i’m the one you love to hate, coz i’m actually good at
putting in the work, dirt nap with the maggots
they be eating on your caucus, i’m heartless, its tragic
get on the floor, hand over the goods
marty the driver, heist, he lead foot
beat em to pulps, this fiction or fact?
give you the feel of purple tape tracks
(verse 1: sowdy)
hey, 97 nikеs
97 baby, i’m highly unlikely
to fall victim to the pimpin’ of the industry
i’m thе pippen of the industry, f-ck you, pay me
lately, i been feeling like jay-z
this be sowdy nation, i’m serving roc to the babies
fiending for that good sh-t, i’m fiending fulfilling feelings
hard chops, hard bops, bars from the head top
ante up, what you lil’ broke rappers got?
you ain’t matching my worth, put the sh-t in the truck
we be dumping off the bodies of all these clowns
i put a call out in ’18, there still ain’t smoke for my crown
smoke these rappers like cheeba cheeba, then take their diva
this be cruelty, peta, peta, the dogs be leaking
what you want from the hottest that’s 25
i get the buzz in the 6, then take it worldwide

(chorus: sowdy)
creep and crawl all your down spine
jewellery store, run all them dimes
villain rap, do all the crimes
smack them back to prehistoric times
ay, i got the mask on, pull it
i’m the one you love to hate, coz i’m actually good at
putting in the work, dirt nap with the maggots
they be eating on your caucus, i’m heartless, its tragic
get on the floor, hand over the goods
marty the driver, heist, he lead foot
beat em to pulps, this fiction or fact?
give you the feel of purple tape tracks
(verse 2: sowdy)
this is a story all about how
these a&r’s trynna get me locked for 12 thou
on a junior contract, contact, tiger style
i’m on my wu-tang sh-t, i ain’t settling down
they ain’t locking me up, they can go suck on these nuts
i ain’t gon’ be they sl-t, i want the bag and the trust
i got my masters, they locked, i be the master of blocked
numbers, thumbing, through hundreds of bucks
it be too easy, me and martin, we be cutting it up
i got a bag full of dimes, and i’m taking my cut
which means the lot, i’m gon’ buy the lot
i say f-ck the cops, i say f-ck the opps
i got drops in spots, these pockets be tough
i’m weaving in like percussion, and knocking heads off the block
a contestant need luck, but that luck ain’t enough
i stick the rappers like 50, that’s how i learned how to rob

- macks martin

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