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letra de level - oscar golf

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testing, testing
1, 2, trigger 3

i’m on another level with it
if you never had to hustle huh
you will never get it
out the mud crawled out the trenches
judge called me a menace
relentless his quickness with a sentence
mama crying in the kitchen
thought i was finished (huh)
pulled up my britches
knew it was time to handle business
lord is my witness
getting lifted
working on fitness
i got these thick b-tches
all in they feelings
i am

all in the kidneys
i am a god to these women
i be applauding these women
ain’t talk to god in a minute
hope he forgive me, oh
if there is a problem let’s get it
no one’s better than me
i see you nodding admit it
do the dash just got me a ticket
n-gg-s know my pockets is different
and i don’t do the talking see y’all just some gossiping b-tches
pollution stop the emmission
from the back she got in position
and that (meow) so good
got me washing the dishes
(d-mn)

i’m on another level with it
if you never had to hustle huh
you will never get it
out the mud crawled out the trenches
judge called me a menace
relentless his quickness with a sentence
mama crying in the kitchen
thought i was finished (huh)
pulled up my britches
knew it was time to handle business
lord is my witness
getting lifted
working on fitness
i got these thick b-tches
all in they feelings
i am

one of kind
without the sun i’m a shine
i will never run out of rhymes
level up won’t come down decline
i’m going vertical
my precision surgical
i don’t have a lot of fans
they be l ike i ain’t heard of you
f-ck up out my face before a n-gg- have to murder you
n-gg-s moving urgently i move just like a turtle do
act like i never heard the rules
she take her top off that’s convertible
i need her to move
purposeful
don’t worry i get nervous too
bodies dropping in street
racking up a k!lling streak
why even speak?
let em feel the heat
you’re hard on the outside
inside you’re like a jelly bean
ain’t no felony you’re telling me how you be selling weed
eat my celery
on them forever greens
your b-tch come non-existent i step on the scene
she was on the sideline
now she on the team
we in the playoffs
and i don’t take no day off
cause i can not take loss
thought you had me
but you’re way off

i’m on another level with it
if you never had to hustle huh
you will never get it
out the mud crawled out the trenches
judge called me a menace
relentless his quickness with a sentence
mama crying in the kitchen
thought i was finished (huh)
pulled up my britches
knew it was time to handle business (business)
lord is my witness (amen)
getting lifted (straight up)
working on fitness
i got these thick b-tches
all in they feelings

- oscar golf

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