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letra de v-techs (clean) - orenda

[hook]
six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[verse 1: orenda]
excuse us h-tta, valhalla with they riches
ride roun’ fi’, call my ways suspicious
late teen militia, and he is the commissioner
you don’t wanna start ‘renda, cause the r is for repeater
go my hitta, but that’s a rap with the defeater!
two recruits in the same chat, kidsgot figures
got the news wishin’ they had some triggers
never met sharkface, but i love him like we family
max is a b-tch, and julia is its sister
shilo is the cousin, the ‘renda hatin’ picture
you know frank donut, we all know church ‘n’ sister
it’s all in valhalla, but i am they creator
whoever with me riding, i am accelerating
black and white hittas, no segregating
run that watch, your time is up, you hittas just little girl
bufu dayz gun and sh-t and you hittas just gunner-ups
i don’t feel i shot enough, so i’ma keep on shooting it
dig ditch or go run the bit
[hook: orenda]
six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[verse 2: orenda]
i’m going ham nig!
okay, i lost my gals, they somewhere out there branded
i think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named chloe
but girls gon’ be girls, so i couldn’t blame chloe
just talked to maine, told him he is heartless
i got the crew up, call it self righteous
swear man, i be markin’ dottin these girls like testing
hittas think they me man, what, did, she said
runnin it myself because i make my own bread
married to the game, what she said?, that’s adultery
you full of it, you close your mouth and let you crip walk
bufu dayz mobbin, all you randoms do is trash talk
stop running, man, i got this gun on heat seek
mind so sharp, i cut yo head off, if you sneak peek
real triggers all day and tomorrow
but these crazy boys driving crazy like they coupe smoke
blood is going, is comin, i’ll drain ya
try me and run into a di-vide, see ya
you know i’ma gun ’til the glock glow by street lights
the fruits of my labor, i enjoy glocks while they still smoke
whoa, stop runnin, we sprinting like usain do
if these hittas mean, then i’ma have to blast two
tell ’em hittas i say put my name on the plaque
i run the one, but i guess that’s a shortish distance in track
but i run it like i fear it, and my spikes is on
but most of y’all don’t get the picture cause i’m ‘ready gone
riding ’round with nothing, you don’t know half of ways
bufu dayz, bufu ways
5-0 chasin’, tell that copper, “look, i’m gonna blast ’em”
see, real b’s move in silence while on the lamb
people say i’m borderline schizo, maybe god-god
gang of my dreams, i always sleep so i can run ‘er
you hittas are ganging, slanging under precedence
i got through my sentence like a real g got relevance
yeah, with a crew that’s always killing
money real large, wallets always singing
bombs in a wishing well, now wish it well
better kiss my ring, call it kiss and tell

- orenda

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