letra de is this the end - mr. muthafuckin exquire
dirty -ss n-gga don’t n0body wana hear you talk
about your sl-tty b-tches, family problems or your issues
walls closing in now you contemplating suicide
sip a little liquor chicken biscuits from mama frys
pop a couple oxys got “la haine” in my watch list
black fish renegade f-ck the world its a c-ck tease
guess i was born this way guess its why i feel this way
only getting older holding grudges think they all should pay
let your hate fuel you pressure bakes noodles
karma oozing out your pockets but you got to stay true to you
just another n-gga mode again what will they say when
tell me that i’m crazy? well tell me why i ain’t got sh-t?
tell me why you lazy?
why n-ggas won’t own up and be upfront about their short comings?
why they so fugazi?
n-ggas tell me “ex rap about p-ssy and c0ke n-gga”
“you kind of fat like ross, you should roll with that boss image”
m-th-f-ck a bently and m-th-f-ck the driver
four n-ggas riding in it but that bently still empty
i’m rapping for the [?] rapping for the off ones
rapping for the n-ggas who listen and let their souls burn
rapping for the awkward, beautiful losers
m-ffled by the world trying to please they friends
take your wack offers
ain’t believe myself when i was talking that’s that weak sh-t
ch-nks in my armor, now them axes are starten’ to seep in
ain’t pierce the flesh though my life is a mess
when i zone on my own i know i can do this
life’s about the scary parts the easy parts are easy
i live for the challenge of fame and dying for breathen’
i live for the [?] and scramble for a reason
a bridge to -n-lo and mario on the t.v
the little albino one
al bundy marathon atori norton getten’ naughty at my every beckon and call
loser like beck. i’m a [?] you with text
that maneuvers like a snake in a pool of serpents
that’s the game for you
the price of fame is awful
the only thing i can
tell you is always pay your lawyer
i visualize i live it its really that descriptive
really that simplistic
sicking n-ggas with they issues
solo in my room, sitting playing with my pistol
i can put it to my head
and make this whole sh-t, still
[chorus(x8)]
in the end, tell me was it really worth it?
[outro]
what’s a beautiful loser?
the motherf-cker that asks you for change at the corner store
that sm-t b-tch on your block that’s everyone done c-cked out
she’s beautiful too, we all beautiful, but we the forgotten ones
we the ones they over look. we never get voted cl-ss president
or best dressed. i should have gotten best dressed
like three years in a row
but you know what, its okay
i seen that n-gga the other day on the train
that n-gga looks like sh-t now
that’s not lying, true story
but ay yo this is for the beautiful losers
don’t hashtag me p-ssion no more
ain’t no more p-ssion, ain’t no more p-ssion
letras aleatórias
- letra de je saute partout - zaz
- letra de mec de fort tempérament - edel hardiess
- letra de fuck that flo - soulja boy tell 'em
- letra de muñeca esquiva - chicos aventura
- letra de checks - trav
- letra de guerre civile | الحرب الأهلية - hamma
- letra de graffi - lil jolie
- letra de j'me casse - tum sally
- letra de porque - en vivo en el luna park - la beriso
- letra de from the mountaintop - offside apollo