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letra de more leaves - no more ls

[verse 1: brogodzilla]
this the f-cking round off, better get’cha rounds off
you ain’t really downward
we quick to surround y’all
the literal front office, the coffin caucus
gotta’ bl!cky and i c-ck it often
get entangled and you caught the drama
we don’t do l’s, you not familia
don’t you ever come across them borders
harked presence when i caught the ops up
zillagod spot somethin’ like an orbiter, why bother
we ominous, rhythmic squadron
put a stop to your run, no -rs-nic napkins
hit the spot like iran, my n-gga what’s happening
hold it high i’ll give you five, like literally half ten
i flew pigeons in vibeous manners
so now, i feel like i can see visions of champions
get em gang as soon as his hands is up
no time to see who’s mans’ it was

[chorus: brogodzilla]
debug the bullsh-t, proceed with hate
watch it grow seeds
more leaves baby, more leaves
yeah you know we
no ls, call it four leagues
couldn’t even see us if you put it on adobe
unless you got a halliburton, don’t approach
we looking at these critics from the nosebleeds
debug the bullsh-t, proceed with hate
watch it grow seeds
more leaves baby, more leaves
baby more leaves
[verse 2: bryce mills]
i’m the real spike spiegel on my cowboy bebop
we still quite lethal with the loud toys we pop
we ill like legal and the alloys keep hot
as the thrill ride speeds through and the crowd noise leap frogs
all those writing their high and mighty opinions
waiting patient for the love like we’re writing corinthians
twin desert eagles swimming like flying amphibians
debugging the viruses from unsightly dominions
hip-hop is how i deliver my psyche some lithium
h-ll froze over now we’re icey olympians
gods of the underground we’re hated as hades
put your money where your mouth is when you pay it you pay me
charon, rows the boat but the undertaker don’t stay free
how we in hoes’ heads when we’re making ’em crazy
proceedin’ with drops, i’m rappin’ to detox
and grow seeds to the top like jack and the beanstalk

[verse 4: bryce mills]
i wear my heart on my sleeve and adapt my apparel
i’m speaking in code with the solvent trap on my barrel
y’all think your sh-t is dope my sh-t is crack from the scarecrow
which is exactly why i stay backed by the pharoahs
my cohort’s brogod and i’m hermano diablo
when we throw our weight around, it’s like pablo y chapo
if you ain’t dead when we’re done then you’ll be groveling, snot-nosed
y’all playing tough guys but the novelty’s awful

- no more ls

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