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letra de honeycomb - nappy from ea

drinkk brought the pills, i brought the exo
they can′t tell if i’m strapped, but they know it′s one on little bro
why you speaking on my dead folk

me and bro reached for our pockets but only one of us had to blow
left his stupid ass in the snow
i’m heartless, i draw and erase emotions like an expo
i’m trying to make my money hundredfold
roll up sticky in the barbershop in a backwood, it′s a honeycomb
i don′t do none of that ‘net smoke
be careful what you say
words make people die like it′s death note
a white tee no matter how cold
i’ve been fronted and backstabbed so much i don′t feel nothin’ no more

i smell death when the wind blows
don′t mention drinkk unless you trying to get dropped like an elbow
like it’s my son, we raisin’ h-ll bro
we hotboxing in the whip, b-tch don′t roll down my window
these n-ggas was born in the hill homes
she made for the team so she′s all dome
bl!ck with the beam and it’s all chrome
i hate most of my day ones because they treated me dead wrong
i just wanted friends
but you make no real homies based off how much you spend
this might just be your end
my hands shaking like a can but don′t put no two cents in
hatred fills me to the brim, ready to spill like ink inside a pen
but i’m talking ′bout packs and all that
blue cheese in the bag and in the wraps
i don’t mess with the ′cats and none of the cap
i’ve been passing steaks to the team, so why the f-ck do i only eat scr-ps
i give it all even though i don’t get back
nappy ain′t ever happy so stay a few steps back

drinkk brought the pills, i brought the exo
they can′t tell if i’m strapped, but they know it′s one on little bro
why you speaking on my dead folk
me and bro reached for our pockets but only one of us had to blow
left his stupid ass in the snow
i’m heartless, i draw and erase emotions like an expo
i′m trying to make my money hundredfold
roll up sticky in the barbershop in a backwoods, it’s a honeycomb
i don′t do none of that ‘net smoke
be careful what you say
words make people die like it’s death note
a white tee no matter how cold
i′ve been fronted and backstabbed so much i don′t feel nothin’ no more

- nappy from ea

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