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letra de scotch - nate the space god

scotch lyrics
till sunrise they all be beaming on me
never slow down got too many rounds, got too many seeds on me
ever know how i got to this point, man they all be sleeping on me
the flow is effortless bodies in the trunk have to say som’n call me perfect
i say never less
heads all down
when i come to town
song comes on
never flip no crown
better duck down
when hear they these rounds
heads go off
when i make this sound
words of poetry put thesе n-ggas in notary
when they making the bomb now thеy takin the older me
nate is the notably yeah they hearing it spitting it jokingly
yeah the money gonna really go up
now they begging it all from me
flower peddles just landed gimmie a hand
need some commandments when i’m raking the sand
might buy a house when increasing demands
got a lot of favors but no returns to the man
hurtin the man
curvin’ the pan
makin the bands
when i’m making the paper the answer is simple i’m taking a chance
evil is here
don’t forget it
and if you ask me
better bet it
nate the sp-ce god
has ascended
nate the sp-ce god
has ascended
tell em’
all them cars i drive
i do it my way
black on black on black
i do it my way
music is my passion
i do it my way
screaming out for those b-st-rds
i do it my way
don’t need all this time
i do it my way
i be on the grind
i do it my way
drivin in my 7
i do it my way
revving is the devil
i do it my way

i don’t think i need to tell you how
the big boy with the big brows
hasn’t been really even slowin’ down
yeah i know check the pound
i’m a god to em’
always have ascended imma give it to em’
if they playing tennis imma serve it to em’
blessed with a gift i don’t make em’ do it
caught them by surprise happy birthday
b-tch, i don’t even need to say to em’
silver tongue nah f-ck it imma make it gold
if they always askin’ imma a make a move
takin’ all the papers imma make whole
run it back when i slide on a b-tch
don’t need talent why you lie on the beat
you sound better why you lying to me
every two bars yeah you crying to me
the sp-ce god yeah your outta your league
or should i call that element bow down to me
do it just because i can, doubt to the evil
it doesn’t even matter your miles below me
all them cars i drive
i do it my way
black on black on black
i do it my way
don’t need all this time
i do it my way
screamin out for those b-st-rds
i did it my way

- nate the space god

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