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letra de 8 gates flow - moxas

[verse]
young god
this game that i’m boutta f-cking run though
too wavey i don’t own one boat
when i get a part beside me n-gga donezo
got a thottie imma hit it like a drumroll
gun throat neck flow cut
they next they boutta cut
my cheque i’m too cold
respect i do owe
or watch them [?]
but next to new gold
[?]
congest, yeah they sick now
i spit wild
my spit knockdown a brick house
you spit mild
a sick child with a big mouth
your b-tch wild
she came through got d-cked down
i just smiled i’m like
i’m gonna wipe their mind with bright devices
why would you try my likeness?
nice with the mind like a [?]
sickest n-gga in the game, magic johnson, like, uh
i gotta stay with the tribe
they gotta stay for the night
b-tches been pregnant alot
my sh-t is banging alot
i’m like a bagel on top
b-tch, i was made for the sauce
never complacent i’m not
focused on making the guap
too cold, that’s two winters
if i feature on a song that’s two dinners
so ill, so rude, so punitive
tell them n-ggas ain’t ready for my newest sh-t, nah, ay
b-tch, i’m dumb and it fact
i turn tables cause i’m running it back
if i see red then i’m gonna attack
b-tch, i pull strings but don’t want ’em attached, nah, ay
i don’t want ’em attached
and i got a lot in my mind and don’t really want to relax
i heard ’em talking that sh-t but it really wasn’t that fast, yuh, ay
it could never distract from this

- moxas

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