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letra de scene smasher - mylo (uk)

[verse]
don’t lose your worth, i’ve seen tables turn
i’ve burned h-lla bridges i weren’t mean to burn
six figures got me contemplating a bird
yacked plugs when they wouldn’t give me any work
from gina’s to greg’s, i get busy on my curb
i never leave bro like i’m phineas & ferb
jamaican whip, how the crack coming jerk
and i’m steady serving maal, i don’t care for the curse
shoulda seen me back then, i’ve got it good now
i’ve got a shotty riding shotty, put my foot down
how they kicked me to the curb like i wouldn’t learn?
i do ’em like joe done, i let the city burn
i let it bonfire, they couldn’t stunt higher
big spinner in your mouth, make your tongue tie up
i’m yacking grub buyers, i make ’em run riot
i still f-ck an opp b-tch till her lungs tired
loyal to the dirt, she loves it when i flirt
hates it when i beef, put this mash inside your purse
i’ve got devils in my dome, i’ll be outside your home
annoying when alone, gun talking on the phone
if i’m pulling up with gang, suttin’s getting damp
kidnapping and trapping had me running up a bag
i know his routine, he’s coming home for tag
chuck him in the boot and blow it up like saddam
still drown my sorrows, feel down and hollow
living life like i won’t be around tomorrow
smoke loud in plenty, mix coke with henny
they know the b’s banging cah it k!lled off jenny
i’ll make it meal ’em all, still fill the four
still make stars war, make ’em feel the force
bring the shh on tour, put the blood on swords
if they touch one of mine i’m putting theirs in morgues
a lot of boy ain’t, we ain’t gonna make the dream
young dumb and wild, tryna break the scene
i don’t think this rap sh-t is what it’s made to be
they don’t let the real in and let the fake proceed
they stay make believe, my life’s a movie
all of my k!llers a bit tapped and booky
and i tell a b-tch “hold the pipes” like a groupie
ain’t no time to act shy like you’re snoochie
flying up to l-e-c, eating or i’m moving guns
back on snapchat, my life be like a movie one
piping out a boujee one with a slim waist
pretty face, i still won’t take her dinner dates
litty ways, foreign baddies know my name
i got money, power, then the p-ssy came
donny f-ck jail, get your money up
bad breed, known to keep a suttin tucked
athletes, had ’em running doing dasheen
trappy, i splash bands with my akhis
i said dance, big rambo make you belly dance
dash his body in the reservoir
try get off, you ain’t really getting far
i’ll send my hittas to your mama yard
mama yard, i’ll send my hittas to your mum’s house
thought you was the man when you were selling brown
i get it cracking when i’m in your town
it’s the voice of the real, tell me how it sounds
we ain’t cool with none of them, we don’t dead beef
the sh-lls come big and blue like they’re pepsi
i said they wanna dead me, come and test me
i get the burner kicking like it’s jet li
you’re getting bagged for dead sh-t, you don’t step right
i be ducking undercovers like it’s bedtime
we done some hot sh-t just to get by
and slugs don’t hit bodies cah they’re head high
black sheep of the family, the bad son
there was a time mum wished she only had one
there was a time i was itching for a handgun
we never run sh-t back on a ransom
couldn’t care who you know, who you link with
you said you know big man, go and bring him
i know they don’t want qualms when it’s on
i’ll have you hiding in the arms of your mum

- mylo uk

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