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letra de bus window - natia the god

[intro]
can you turn my voice up a lil bit, baby?
yeah, haha, get your nostrils cleared, n-gga, hahahaha
look under your bed, in your closet, there’s monsters, n-gga
lyrical g*nius, n-a-t-i-a (yeah)
look, look

[verse 1]
city to city, camera to camera, brooklyn to los angeles
every advantage, we handled it, brain damagin’
bandages on the mouths of bank managers, john dillinger
king natia holds the excalibur, don’t play games like intergalactica
or angelica, rugrats, f-ck that, get ran over in a toyota celica
make a jacket off of the feathers of this pelican
natia’s lookin’ mexican, suit measuremеnts in the room
but let me show you how to drеss again
never got caught for embezzlement, but my fella did
a good fella, but when he got out, we did it h-lla big
now if i count down, ten-nine-eight-seven-six
and close my eyes for a bit, i bet you’d still be a b-tch
so this goes to the hustler, the bad kid cusser
the bully, the bone-crusher, the average motherf-cker
who never gave a f-ck through any life’s situations
hit a l!ck, i could pass by for white or asian
makin’ money is hard for a young black man
you’ll get backhand for any loot that you might have
even off-color women resort to giving a lapdance
but i don’t clap hands, it ain’t wondrous
how is the great natia the god, thunderous
thor lightning comin’ from under us (word up)
[chorus]
lookin’ out the bus window
thinkin’ “how could it all be this simple?”
h-ll nah, life’s harder than piercin’ the devil’s nipples
and if you thought the game was easy, well, the level tripled

lookin’ out the bus window
thinkin’ the only way somebody will miss you
is if you die, or make a millionaire slide with you
and try to tell you about everything you been through

[verse 2]
ayo, f-ck losers, even though i’m a drug abuser
i can still see my future in the head of this medusa
i’m the sinner of la like carl boozer
n-a-t-i-a is how i do that red rooster
caught a uber, i’m leavin’ new york to [?]
real vibrant, gianni v-c-d-double-g lightin’
i ain’t a psychic, but i know my life gon’ be shinin’
like the diamond necklace on a white b-tch
hand me that mic and i’ma strike the nicest
whoever you think can rhyme fatter than the god can
my rhymes is for any of you, eternal, infinite
like how a b-tch menstrual gets, i get tensed a bit
wack rappers all get pistol whipped
i’m k!llin’ your favourite rapper
get on this song and have n-gggas remixin’ it
i’m doing your ears a favour so don’t mention it
hatin’ n-ggas, you can kiss a d-ck
rappers need to get they pistols fixed
[chorus]
lookin’ out the bus window
thinkin’ “how could it all be this simple?”
h-ll nah, life’s harder than piercin’ the devil’s nipples
and if you thought the game was easy, well, the level tripled

lookin’ out the bus window
thinkin’ the only way somebody will miss you
is if you die, or make a millionaire slide with you
and try to tell you about everything you been through

[outro]
lookin’ out the bus window, haha
real sh-t, n-gga, lookin’ out the bus window
haha, yeah baby

- natia the god

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