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letra de movie - morrison machiavelli

my shit a movie no disney you goofy
get gritty round vixens you tripping she choosing
she off the tune on it looney wait
i’m just here watching her booty sway
put it down, put it down, put it down
ask who the king with a crooked crown
last one stand- if you look around
last one stand if you wait aye

i ain’t mean to steal your chick no
shit i ain’t even know what the zip code
nobody told me she a nympho
i beat it like a band man that’s a cymbal
that simple you don’t need to buy it
hips appatizing; a sample i had to try it
example i’m -n-lyzing reactions to this infraction
it seems like they team ain’t about no action but
i ain’t worried ‘bout nobodies tone
homie i’m grown been around like rotary phones
i’m in the zone, most of these steez
only is cloned and i ain’t never had to jones
yo’ im im control
never walking on egg shells
staying myself
i put a notch up in my belt
after laying it out; you see
i got a lot that depend on me
i ain’t ‘bout to quiet down uh
as you can see… aye

i don’t do bagging no barters
tell you the price and you know that i charge first
work with the team for the checks though
watch how we kick it like techno
i never needed respect but i know
that desire is a hell of a test tho
you need to get high not to get low
how you defining success yo’
i’m taking shots like a saw gun
know i run it off never on the run
and i’m on god ‘til allah come
they gon’ take off if yo’ jaw run
and i ain’t even no boss son ya see
i’m just 100 with business
that ain’t wit givin’ specifics
i told em’ quit da self-snitching

wet all around me like the philippines
quarter pound package, no golden arches
carnelian with a silver piece
like a b you can call me artist
rose gold for the rose bowl
i can’t go for broke i got flight plans
spent all day to make night bands
that ain’t a hustler that’s a hype man
told ’em be yourself it’s alright fam we
all got a whole lotta’ room to eat
i said be yourself it’s like d-mn
how we supposed to make room for me

we do not fuck with no goofy’s

- morrison machiavelli

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