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letra de airforce 1's - ol' nate

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[intro]
back up back up, back up terry
put it in reverse terry
oh lord, lord jesus
what the what- what you doin terry

[verse 1 : ol’ nate:]
when the cops arrived it was a murder scene
my whole squad was there the whole murder team
black airforse 1s like comethazine
got the double cup overflowing lean

[verse 2 : xoxaan:]
i came up fast i came up clean
talk to much put a bullet i yo knees
dripping in the water like im on the seven seas
glock make you go r-t-rded like a parkinsons disease

[verse 3 :ol’ nate:]
im a man of my word imma say it
when im in the town i cause mayhem
my dope’s like my shoes yeah that sh-t is laced
look back to highschool all b-tches i aced

[verse 4 : xoxaan:]
drugs in my veins starts filling up my head
punk ass b-tch got swallowing the lead
yeah i got the iron like my lastname stark
ima pull up to your block and ima blast in the dark

[verse 5 :ol’ nate:]
9th grade dealin dope in the hall way
my d-ck won’t even fit half ways, deep
im a freak, in the sheets
im the devil, im a beast

[verse 6 : xoxaan:]
trad goth b-tch can be my cure
f-ck you mean well im not sure
clip pack lenght like an elephant tusk
i spit hot fire like im elon musk

[verse 7 :ol’ nate:]
only fear god and my momma
so ill take it chill wit the drama
the lord is watching so please be quiet
or maybe go ham and ill cause a riot

[verse 8 :xoxaan:]
kicks go hard like soccer
got a gun in my crib in my locker
extended clip going with the chopper
got your b-tch in my bed and imma top her

[verse 9 :ol’ nate, xoxaan:]
and im keepin it steady 100 procent on the line
f-ck getting caught and f-ck servin time
got the other rappers sour like im squeezing out a lime
you can call me young thug saying shout out to my slime

[verse 10 : ol’ nate:]
im not afraid of death
but im afraid of meth
that sh-t f-cked my life prolly was for the best
see i cheated in life like if sh-t was a test
put a hole in my chest
so i can finally rest

[verse 11 :xoxaan:]
murdering a beat and moving on to the next
just like a n-z- nothing is left
red dot on your face
stay strapped with the k
sending shots where you’re staying

[verse 12 : ol’ nate:]
im a sick b-tch so i keep on slayin
walls painted red like a kid with a crayon
altho im a psyco i still keep on praying
maybe just maybe the devil
can get into heaven

[outro]
b-back up

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