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letra de relax (ft. $k) - nantes

[verse 1: nantes]
there we were in that room
guess i knew that its too soon
i break the ice on an ice moon
so you know that i watch you
sit back and i’m off juice
moments of ecstasy
while she textin’ me
b-tch, i’m in the booth and i drop two
make it deuce, deuce
and i’m in the bucket with the sun roof
track star, watch her run to who, you?
cause you could be the new new
shit, we’ll probably just k!ll you
rhymes so hot probably just grill you
b-tch nigga probably just spill you
$kully gang and we too trill, dude
d-mn and we probably ill dude

[hook: liv lykke]
et i kviksands-lal
den voksende bunkes kommende fald
flakkende

[verse 2: $k]
life full of crime ever since i was nine
always stayed broke couldn’t hold a dime
steadily tellin’ myself, it’s about that time
to take that fame make it mine
yeah, i used be a lame
not apparent to the name
til i got the hang of the game
started sellin’ rocks and cocaine til the police came
(pause)
some call me crazy, just a little ill
poppin’ all them pills
got my brain on still
sittin’ in the courtroom, facin’ a l
askin’ myself: will i make bail or will i go to jail?
everyone knows that a real nigga (mmm)
never say goodbye cause it be your last
when i think about you i think about the past
and the times that we had pretty much a blast
shame that it went by all so fast
so i’m walking down that road again
the day the feeling just so intense until the day that i use some sense

[hook: liv lykke]
et i kviksands-lal
den voksende bunkes kommende fald
flakkende

[verse 3: nantes]
angels over my head
them hollow tips in my bed
got a bounty all on my head
cause my young life at stake
and these young lives that i take
those young girls that get raped
while you off a blue dolphin, a new endorphin
k!lled that nigga, now i make his coffin
shit, is this god’s will?
but i’ll still k!ll
but when will it end?
shit, $k, he a godsend
k!ll this so p-ss me my pen
and we all go in on a hellish flow
make a bullet hit six inches
shit, old money and new b-tches
no ebt, got a young nigga depressed
crip shootout and the blood missed
and it left a blood mist
gunshots are i all hear, i come from the midst of adversity where fear is mandatory
push p-ss it and i ask that you relax

- nantes

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