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letra de trigger point therapy - meyhem lauren, daringer & westside gunn

[intro: westside gunn]
ayo
ayo

[verse 1: westside gunn]
[?] looking like billy [?]
islands made of marble in the kitchen we was bagging [?]
destroy, rebuild, we ill
still keep a toy on paper
told my po chill, we ill
both coasts got a condo
fiend want a oil and fish, he got a combo
my n-gga got hit with twenty, he did his time though
n-gga don’t get out of line i got my nine on
looking like mike on the dream team
sid vicious [?] on me g
and my jail cellphone went ring ring
he’s two cells over
catch you when he pop the locks [?] soaking
[?] got blood on the scene he violated
came back to do another fifteen, i mean (yo, uh-huh)
came back to do anothеr fifteen, i mean
[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
i got the vest on with thе crest on, who put the best on?
[?] don’t get your chest torn
me and [?] in the whip fully equipped
sixteen shots in the clip playing the strip
six pounds of gold, that’s divided by two
gold [?] on my wrist, y’all n-ggas riding like who
more bread than i can count, more kicks than i can wear
more haters than ever but f-ck it, why would i care?
we used to go to sin city, get the casket out
it’s not a funeral, my n-ggas took the faster route
swerving like we swimming, silk and [?] linen
natural wine drinking, refined, i’m just living
it’s the fact i’m the world traveling gold medalist
your team holds weight, that’s great but we the heaviest
live lawless, exemplify gorgeous
my whole team holding torches in air forces
bqe connection, we spitting [?] raps
thirty-five strippers named bella in my contacts
treat me like a og but i’m younger than you think
might’ve seen me with some money, yeah and n-ggas rocking mink
the gold came from gana, the musk came from egypt
the coke from the cubans got me floating like a sea ship
[?] on back strips
ski mask silhouette shirts with loaded mac clips
one squeeze right to your frame, you doing backflips
moving plates like they tectonic
the best chronic, put a stack on your head like it’s a bonnet
turn the room into a black out, lord
cause i’ma come to get the [?]
f-ck that bullsh-t whip, you never been in the car
uh, obscure emblem in the middle of my sweatshirt
cooling out during the drought, hustling wet work
white tees, black guns, it’s the summer time
good crack come back like the number nine
uh, like the number nine
good crack come back like the number nine
lauren
[interlude: meyhem lauren & conway the machine]
yeah, uh-huh
yo, check (talk to these n-ggas)

[verse 3: meyhem lauren & conway the machine]
this for my n-ggas re-ing up right now with ice ornaments (uh-huh)
bagging up back to the strip, it’s price tournaments
third eyes floating in the bulletproof box
ain’t no such things as bulletproof blocks
we turn [?] spots
street calculus got me never outfitless
f-ck these [?], i need a thousand grams (yeah)
dedication with this medication
the work i’m pumping got ’em fighting for a reservation (uh-huh)
word to my reputation, my n-ggas step, you pacing
the sh-t you snort got imported like the checks i’m laced in
versace house where i’m sleeping on unique bedding
scr-ping cakes, breaking plates like a greek wedding (eee)
[?] bible study hanging on my rugby
cuban connects rep the block and all my n-ggas love me (they love me, n-gga)
still got the corners cl!cking while we sip organic bubbly
narcotic superheroes eating out the [?] (we eatin’)
[?] i’m on a plane to gain a couple zeros
my mind racing off of crime calculation
i could make thirty off of fifty (uh)
two thousand times uncut, we moving swiftly (haa)
enjoy that, [?] the blueprint, it ain’t a secret
explain we bout to discipline and have your team keep it
sh-t, i need a new seven (what else?)
i need a new eight (what else?)
i need a new six (talk to ’em)
i need some new weight (yeah)
push the seat back, drop a g pack and then repeat that
this how we eat, black
f-ck a ci right in his kneecap (haa)
then put the bullet where we breathe at, let n-ggas see that (ahaha)
heat for your head like a louis v ski hat (brrrr)
uh, thank god he gave us drug dealing (yeah)

- meyhem lauren daringer westside gunn

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