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letra de neverending story - mir blackwell

[intro: mir blackwell]
okay, look

[verse 1: mir blackwell]
young durag on the tracks, i’m a f-ckin’ god
no day off, told ’em, “rapping is my f-ckin’ job”
loop, that’s the gang, but we movin’ like a f-ckin’ mob
i can’t let no f-ckin’ wack n-ggas in my f-ckin’ squad
you ain’t in the loop? you an opp, end of story
shorty want my b-lls, she keep checkin’ the inventory
oda with the pen, i’m writin’ a never endin’ story
if he out of line, he out of lines, i end his story
meany made the beat, that’s my n-gga ’til the death of me
poli made the team, that’s my n-gga ’til the death of me
n-ggas stealin’ flows, that sh-t kinda’ unsettling
draco on my side, only time that i’m settling
shout my n-gga, pe$o, came with the pack
and i’m strapped, tеll ’em, “lay low”
b-tch ass fat, lemme’ clap whеn i say so
servin’ up the mac, hit my slatt with the draco
young durag made the waves though

[verse 2: ty wild & pe$o pete]
we make waves, i’m zabuza, how the draco
wettin’ ’em up or i’m itachi, i’m spittin’ fuego
i’m makin’ bread, you p-ssies is pilin’ panko
ya’ circle full of squares, we toastin’ you like an eggo
i drop a g quick, that’s word to my ego
i’m way over the masses, if rap church, i’m a steeple
flippin’ birds at cameras like crack served to the fiends
y’all stay close to ya’ baddie
i clap birds like a deagle, b-tch
stay next to blue like lilo
stitch up any opp that’s talkin’ talk that he don’t live
i f-ck and chuck a baddie, he gon’ simp
kobeni when he try and bring the beef to a demon, but he gon’ slip
brodie gon’ trip, but that ain’t much a surprise
they wonder why i’m yellin’ for, they better duck when i drive (yeah, yeah)
put a sh-ll to his back, catch a f-ckin’ slug when i slide (bah!)
you stuntin’ nothin’ but a f-ckin’ disguise
that sh-t’s wild, b-tch
[pre-verse 3: pe$o pete]
uh, aye!

[verse 3: pe$o pete]
i bet he puke when i punch, i hit his torso wit’ titanium
sh-t goopin’ his guts, i’m oopin’ his sl-t, before i f-ckin’ cruise out the cut (goopin’ his guts, oopin’ his sl-t, [?])
bruisin’ the bag, abusin’ my drugs, and usin’ the gun, to fuel out yo’ funds, and ruin yo’ fun (graow!)
wait, that ain’t me
it’s crazy how you sound like mir
b-tch, you a son of a son
you son of a guns
ain’t got sh-t on what family’s done
we ran it way up
i swear yo’ favorite anime suck (i swear yo’ favorite anime suck)
and all these rappers be stuck
and all these b-tches ain’t sh-t
had to get me the one
couldn’t deal wit’ no dumb
so that’s why i be always moving, got me steppin’ through the mud
i had to get it by the loaf, i couldn’t cross over no crumbs, stupid

[outro: pe$o pete]
heh
b-tch

- mir blackwell

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