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letra de syck cypher 3 - millisecond

3, 2, 1
we back

(verse 1) [trapj]
look, i’m going so syck i might cause an epidemic
i’m taking so many shots, you’re gonna need a paramedic
man tryna diss, mans laughing ‘cause bro that was pathetic
you write ‘bars’ my lyrics can go all prophetic
my kid in her stomach, the boy’ll ball, because it’s genetic
girl, you’re my lover, you got the p-ssy that i’d die for
if i get close to the p-ssy, i’m michael phelps, she know i’m a diver
i keep trying to tell her i’m a lover, not a fighter
but i can’t, got the shank ready if you wanna fight her
know a guy like sigurddson, tried to force d-ck in a minor
is my man deaf? does my man know coach said striker not strike hеr?
he could’ve had a career, ruined by an allеgation
ruined it like mason but this one a writer, she ain’t a rider
at least she didn’t want to be, man tried to be the p-ssy grinder
but there’s something called “consent”, forced in his wood while she slept
just because you tryna be me, you ain’t no player
you need to have a pull, you’ll get the p-ssy a bit later
if you try and force it on then, you’ll put b-tches in danger
look at the curves, i ain’t no stranger, i only go for the major
don’t mess with my money or my girls, i’ll use the glock you failure
when i’m 22 i’ll have the 2.2 and 22 m’s
only m’s you’ll ever get is the form of a bad hairline
don’t take my girl, even if you could, they’re mine
if i go on a holiday with a shoreline
she can’t get enough of me, i gotta continue my bloodline
22 with a 2.2, just came back from from a long vacation
but the time i’m that’s a 2.1, i got red bones and i got asians
i got chocolates and i got cravings
i just flied the ting it’s in turks
and that still works, cause they put the cakes in
if it weren’t me on paddles, i got saddles sat in handles
my shooters stayed in touch
it came in clutch cah i don’t do manuals
you got dough and you got hope
no, i see it from a different angle
bad b-tch with her hair on rope
olivia pope, it’s one big scandal
now you know who i am, come down to the trap
man thinks he’s tough, you’d get shakes in minutes, you can’t even rap
so stop the cap, trapboy with the j, you want the smoke?
cap
my man talking about hoes, my man’s bars are lousy
at least try rapping about something real you townie
your girl is mostly silicone and still flat, she tryna be pouty
stop pretending to be me, i’m a real player, i get the bounty
but i will never forget the day i found me the cutest caramel brownie
the chest and back both bouncy, trust me, everything’s shake (sheikh), no saudi
because that girl got a back like 360 degrees
i might overheat so i’ll drop bars to freeze
pull up with the gun, load the .36, put her on her knees
then i’ll take 10 shots in her box, if i nut, hope i don’t hit the jeans
if i get in her box, know i can finish, i’ll find the corner
just know we’re the star players of all the winning teams
ask a man if he sure like luke (luke shaw) like her room my theatre of dreams
i had to slap her ass to make sure it wasn’t one of my wild dreams
it’s still shaking, she’s thick but i think i permanently changed that chick
she proceeds to give me head, girls always in my d-ck (d-ckhead)
but y’all jealous cause you know that’s not how you’re lit
you’re on that but not in that way, you ain’t ever seen a real tit
you talk about b-tches but you’re love life is an ancient myth
i have the drip of a hurricane, on a bad day i can spit
i’m ready for a girl always, are they? i ain’t ever quit
she got her hands on the gun, let’s take a few shots, go down the pit
the girls know i ain’t ever finished but any day i can spit
she love my swag so much she anyways tryna take my clothes off
if you in the beef, i ain’t scared to knock a b-st-rd’s nose off
i’ll paint a picture, it’s a starry night, no vincent van gough
you spend a night alone, i take shots all night, i ain’t ever gonna stop
(verse 2) [a$apdeigo]

— a$ap deigo
who the h-ll would wanna f-ck with me huh/

yuh
i’m one of the heaviest hitters ma f-cka/ there’s more bidders that bid on me ma f-cka

here’s to the haters & those traitors/
see they say i hit like a freight train i’ll leave yuh in yo own strain of blood layin in the mud in over nights flood

i know i ain’t no scrub,ima ma f-ckin stud young thug/i’m bugs bunny with all the drugs
puffin’ the green on the ma f-ckin scene/ see i mean i never leave the scenes clean even on the cut scenes

see the cards that been played out,these words that come outta my mouth/sh-t n-gga watch me shout out

see boy yuh just a trout a f-ckin scout a clout,that really never goes with the flow,cause sh-t your too god d-mn slow yo

yo go to show that you’ve never been a proof reader,your just a bottom feeder see that doesn’t make you a god d-mn leader/ see these n-ggas know that i’m a different breeder

so,dear peter..peter..peter yuh just like the rest,you ain’t dressed proper/ima head chopper i like my whopper with all the dressings, i’m the reader of your story ender

ima trender per pot stir nah blur so just call me a sir i’m peer by the end of the god d-mn year/this story is d-mn near i don’t really need steers or gears or spears,ima listener with my ears/ so watch me appear on the next cut-scene

i don’t give no f-cks like daffy duck i leave no loose screws i stay strong with the crew/dare to screw with me i’d leave yuh in a bl–dy mess
guess i could care less i’d play yuh like a game of chess/ these n-ggas know i impress leave yuh behind to leave ima cruise i made the headlines i’m new news
least i tie these new shoes what the h-ll do i have to loose,sippin’ on jin & juice,all i have to do is wave bye bye so deuce duece ma f-cka!

(verse 3) [fillinggraves]
i drag ya from the trunk
and beat you something awful
i hope you like to gag a rag
cuz playa got a jaw-full
like an apostle
imma crucify you upside down
crown of th-rns round your ankles
then proceed to drown
ya in a bucket
just until the bubbles stop
then i give ya cpr cuz friend
it’s just too soon to drop
you’ll miss out on all the fun
and games that i had for y’all
like “operation”, where we take
out your organs and glands, that’s all
scream all you want
even the ones that can hear you are frontin
acting like they didn’t hear nothin
cuz you rippin and runnin
stealin their deck while the sh-t is still bumpin
chillin and hearing the sh-t
like there’s n0body coming
well i’ll tell you something
that “n0body” coming is me
and i’m gunning, you see
but i ain’t gonna shoot you
that’s

- millisecond

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