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letra de gunshowers - meth · ghost · rae

[verse 1: method man]
another day, another dollar
i got mines, ain’t got nothing to father
f-ck a role model, never had one to follow
lot of cotton mouth rappers, i’m a hard one to swallow
here’s another hard one to goggle
f-ck your life, that’s the motto
i’m nice with mics, cus d’amato
drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo
hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo

[chorus: method man]
let me hold something
look at you k!llas, like you owe something
stole something, give me my paper, ‘fore i blow something
right now, give me my f-cking sh-t, chicka-blaow
i want it right now, give me my f-cking sh-t, chicka-blaow
shady n-ggas hiding the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
and the record label trynna recoupe
i want it right now, give me my f-cking sh-t, chicka-blaow
and i mean right now, give me my f-cking sh-t, chicka-blaow

[verse 2: ghostface k!llah]
gun battles, so many chains on the neck
hands and feet, n-ggas say i’m shaq
sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
hit ten like a 2010 new hova
movies on, never ran it, call me a don
been sh-tting everywhere, cuz n-ggas can’t stand it
terminate f-ggots who violate us a square
goon therapy, s.i., we don’t fight fair
beef? we can get it on, right here
and that includes y’all low n-ggas wearing tight gear

[verse 3: sun god]
sun god, and that’s your target, aim right there
my money long and green like buzz lightyear
i’m all right here, the way i move the blow
f-ck a show, you would think it was an all white affair
been fuego, more fire here, then you seen me
getting money off the water like a pall bearer there
no newports, marlboro’s here, go smoke that
the smoke in your face, b-tch, i ain’t never cared
get shot down when the ghost smell fear, let me hold something
look in your face like you owe something

[verse 4: inspectah deck]
i’m playing for the ‘bucks’ like hakim warrick
nickel bag in the park, my team on it
they want it like that and the street, is dry as a well
h-ll, that’s why i sell crack on the beat
i ain’t trynna just happen to eat, i’mma make a n-gga dance
even if i got to clap in the street
this is something like lock up, murder behind bars
a warrior, my story defined by my scars
seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
you a jerk, fool, i burn you like your birdds do

- meth · ghost · rae

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