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letra de i do it. - official_livid

mm, mm
mm, l-i-v-i-d, yeah
aye

a star player, i talk like it
a ball player i walk like it
you start capers i start riots
i talk flavor, i cough diamonds
you’re sobbing, i’m sopping the tears off the floor and i’m dropping one more while i’m mopping ‘em up
i do not give a f-ck
you want the money, you’re pure bread
i’m a dog, i’m a mutt
i bark at ‘em, i start static with harsh actions
none of it’s luck
part havoc and star talent with dark magic, i’m f-cking it up
david blaine with a ice pick placed in a vein with the sharpest edge
jason came with a night stick and he just drank liquid darvocet
haters hate but they like this so i guess they ain’t seen all it yet
dangеr preys on the nice whеn there’s hunger pains to involve a threat
it’s more to me than pity cash
war machine like christy mack
sort the weak then hit me back
torture three then finish that
i seem to be like a fever dream when i seamlessly weave in the beat
i don’t need receipts, i won’t see defeat
i go freakishly like epmd
keeping heat how i stack ammo
lyrically hoe i’m passed thanos
hear me speak on that dash panel
fearing me on that rap channel
you see, i speak, my dreams, i do it
two, three, my team, like skeet, i shoot it
you weak, i eat, try me, i wouldn’t
you’ll need, my scheme, like me, i prove it

you see, i speak, my dreams, i do it
two, three, my team, like skeet, i shoot it
you weak, i eat, try me, i wouldn’t
you’ll need, my scheme, like me, i prove it

a nightmare like freddy krueger
the night air, i’ma deadly shooter
i might swear but i said it truer
i spike scare in the heads of losers
a bag filled with this mad sk!ll i’m not half tilt
i got advil for this bad feel in my stomach dawg
my pack still is this underdog
the worst fear of your favorite rapper
the word here is i’m making patterns
turn, steer and i’m racing faster
you’re clear that i’m making matters
worse for wear, no perks are there, i’ll murk ‘em all and i’ll store ‘em in these storage bins
that serve the fair purpose where i’m kevorkian
in the pocket i’m tom brady with a missile launcher and a deep threat
heavy blocking and a bomb waiting till i send it off like a heat check
i’m smooth with it like bruce willis and i think i’m feeling that sixth sense
fumes hitting this loose drill bit and i don’t think i can think yet
i’m still independent, the real represented by me, i’m just k!lling this sh-t when
i’m reelin it in off the rip, from the minute i step in this b-tch with intentions to
ride shotty like a sawed off with your shawty while she naws on
this party just popped off
gin, bacardi, i shot off
you see, i speak, my dreams, i do it
two, three, my team, like skeet, i shoot it
you weak, i eat, try me, i wouldn’t
you’ll need, my scheme, like me, i prove it

you see, i speak, my dreams, i do it
two, three, my team, like skeet, i shoot it
you weak, i eat, try me, i wouldn’t
you’ll need, my scheme, like me, i prove it

- official_livid

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