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letra de get mo cheddar - natas

(chorus x2)
get ‘mo chedda
get ‘mo chedda
get ‘mo chedda
get ‘mo chedda
baby
to all the little kids straight handle ya biz
i don’t wear a watch cause i know what time it is
i made up this flow when i was holdin’ cocaine
it’s me with lsd rap so insane
acid
you see that cop car p-ss it
everything legit in here just don’t crash it
mash it
that’s that sh-t, turn it up, blast that sh-t
rollin’ down grash-t headed downtown
makin’ my rounds
got a cloud in the car cause i smoked about a pound
swerve to the left, swerve to the right
then i think to myself, i been chrome all my life
livin’ in the city full of rats, tryna get the cheese
everyday i ride it’s like watch for the enemies
it’s esham n-gga bomb then i taliban
when it come to natas make you bow down like islam
to this lyrical terrorism
as we dip into this ism
and get all these scribbles
(x24)
gotta get it
always been a fighta
one with the pen always been a writa
bring fire to the cypha
these days i spit sh-t tighta
new drug you love that gets you higha
a truth ryda
you say the same you a lier
chase cats so fast, bend blocks on two tires
gotta get it ‘mo chedda, gotta hit it
that lick that life gotta live it
if ya got it don’t bullsh-t with it
f-ckin’ with natas, my dollas mean big digits
gotta scratch the masta flow
on the scene, bein seen, gotta watch cats fo’ sho’
they see me get paper
and kick bullsh-t lata
it’s all talk, it’s all talk hata
how ya feelin’ inside?
when i’m winnin’ by
rollin’ spokes
goin’ for broke
my hood is my kingdom
i keep a green thumb countin’ green ones
mastamind, the masta plan’s in a fat sack
on a hustle, a bubble, it ain’t quick gat
(chorus x2)
as i roll up the block and i calculate
my two way goes off, gotta get my papes
it’s my man gleco on a interstate
say he’s got the chyna white with the fishkal flakes
sh-t i got my pot hot, water ready to bubble
when the snow hit the flo’ n-ggas watch for trouble
but i’m used to that sh-t, got the mishly grit
fo’ pound, mo town, so ill legit
gotta get mo’ chedda, gotta get mo’ cheese
gotta break down bell, push keys in e
gotta keep the heat close for the inna me
still makin’ n-ggas flee like they refugee
still stompin’ e strong
till my paper get long
n-ggas gotta get snaps till the day that i’m gone
once again it’s on, tnt is the bomb
pull the chedda, leave ya bl–dy like a old tampon
(chorus x2)

- natas

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