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letra de slit - ncr_lusid

[verse 1: brahman]
smokin’ them cigs so she look like she dyin’
no talkin’ unless you be lyin’
i’ll sacrifice you like a mayan
i’m booty n-ggas as i am
but i leave ’em crying by k!lling ’em all
your blood yeah i’m spillin’ it all
your necks yeah i’m slittin’ em all
snitch n-ggas they takin’ the fall
and i’m baking them all in my oven like hansel and gretel
you n-ggas complaining you meddle
fill you with metal
being a b-tch here’s a medal
always do great never settle
sand in the mid of the road for me hittin’ the pedal
smokin’ the flowеr like petal
claim that you clean but thе pot is as black as the kettle
b-tch
[intermission: brahman]
(d-mn son where’d you find this?)
by the side of the highway
as a matter of fact
that’s where you’ll find me
with a bong in my lap
self homemaking trap
end your life with a tap (x6)
motherf-cka’

[verse 2: royalty the kidd]
i got yo b-tch in a canopy
no you pink p-ssies can’t stand with me
do a fatality, capture the pain with a camera
send that sh-t straight to your family, wait, ay
samurai strap with the blade
put that sh-t right through your face
cuz ya’ll n-ggas fake
all ya’ll some shadow clone n-ggas that can’t even keep up the pace
snortin’ the sand out the hourglass
a n-gga tryna get some hours back
i drank the acid, where my powers at?
a couple xannies, and the loudest pack
here to cuss ’em to the purgery
make a statement ‘fore they murder me
put the metal to ’em like it’s burglary
and k!ll momma’s boy inside the nursery ‘lil n-gga
[verse 3: brahman]
momma’s boy better start thinkin’
momma’s boy better stop drinkin’
momma’s boy sh-ttin’ himself and he knee deep in it and he sinkin’
cuz momma’s boy wanna play victim
trick ’em and f-ck with the system
if you got a problem or thought you should probably list ’em
(better go clean up my pants cuz i p-ssed em)
few words of wisdom
don’t bring up a n-gga that you don’t want singin’ ’bout you
or thinkin’ bout who we ‘gon hit with the deuce
or hit with the rhymes like his surname was seuss
heard that you loose with the way you was talkin’
hit with the noose, or the knife, or the glock
and we runnin’ this block round the clock
if you foolishly walkin’ we’ll k!ll you
and stack your bodies are stocked in
(yuh)

- ncr_lusid

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