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letra de kerrygold ft. unruly - mansdem

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(verse 1 – mansdem)

waltzing through the lanes like walt fraiz

through the lanes

from oklahoma, to barcelona spain

make g.i. jane lois lane [?] slow the pace

sounded like you spit your sh-t in lowercase
perfect aim through your motorcade

[?] slash you like iman shumpert

cash ring a rapper yo i need all the [?]

while the beads on my feet, keep my cypher complete

[?] slipstream who would’ve known

when your sh-t is like morphine

your getting more fiends, and more fans

you calling more grams, and you pick a larger floorplan

speak up into thе mic

you sound like you whispering

get you somе confidence, it sounds like its missing kid

and you don’t got the slightest intel in on what it is

dumbest since you young, and yo the flow is b-tter-thin
never cared about opinions of another man

the subtleness, cullinan got no color like cuttlefish

forgiato with the puckered lips, the colors mix

thick wrapped double-knit zip up

cherry red chevy pick-up

you wilding in the mic

you prolly drink an iced heineken light

your mans got shot, you know your timing isn’t right

get back in the gym kid, who told you practice was ended?

[?] jeep when i ride the beat

try and see, no you can’t rhyme with me

sk!ll different [?] there’s a few giant leaps and bounds

peep my sounds, and make the verse price increase
my words carry gold like irish creeps

said you like pilates siamese flying geese

old sportsman b-tton-up

who would put your mother in the front?

all you mother-skunks get buried in the trunk

beat 3 [?] beamer

underground eminem promotin’ another boring feature

l!ck your sword and leave you in rigamortus

don’t get left dead on the hill

red [?] might send you a bill

i shouldn’t gave you a line

i should’ve gave you a song, but you singing along

(verse 2 – unruly)

squeezing my weapon

i think about beliefs, seizing my blessings

jealousy just ceasing in the beat, freedom i question

question my freedom, question how deep is my message

the beat in the pencil relentless, unfeasible you not reaching my level

penal colonies to penal and pretzels

vino embezzles the own casinos, evil eventful

i was somewhere rolling c-notes smoking weed out your rent

you was reading through our messages to see if i missed you

you cease to be the crutch that n-ggas always seem to forget you

dreams of beamers and bentleys upon the scene at the venue

people give reference to legacy they know what you’ve done

the stories you’ve told, the good times the horrible ones

deplorable sons, the more you go the war machines toil the chucks

feelings when you wanted some love, unloyal the less

momma told me some fly longer than others

running from one time tried tell my momma i love her

the trauma we suffered i was just semi-cautious in public

conflict erupt entire, the hardship off with my brother

awkward to say, i almost called to another god

weight got too heavy to struggle, just shrug it off

look forward to the son inside of the hustle on

my mother called

baby like what the f-ck is you running for?

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