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letra de all a dream - paintboy kd

[intro]
(i know its not the first time, that you’ve ever felt this way beforeee)
(?)
(i know its not the first time, that you’ve ever felt this way beforeee)
(can you feel the way i feel?) (tell me you’re ?)
(open your heart, let me see you steal)
(can you feel the way i feel?) (tell me you’re ?)
(open your heart, let me see you steal)
[verse 1]
it was all a dream, i use to load tendo magazines, them all black carbines with the red beams, tuckin’ crack in my drawls, every first to fifteenth blood was on the block gettin’ on, and every tape dropped it was straight (?), blowin’ dope out backwoods sippin’ on greens and rock, laid back, when i when i have them random black air mags, louis belt to match
when i die f-ck it i wanna go to h-llllllll, cuz imma be brazy ass n-gga you can tellllll, it don’t make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies dressed in white, i like (tembos?) and paintboy hoodies, im talkin’ loyalty, b-tchs brought me pops at lunch, the pop was sunkist, the chips were funyuns
[bridge]
oooo katey let me get him, ill run up on this n-gga put the pump to his- chill bl–dy look we winnin’
to all the lady’s in the place with style and grace, allow me to mace these lyrical dishes in yuh bushes
[chorus]
(?)
(party, and bullsh-t, and party and bullsh-t)
(diggy, diggy, diggy, can’t you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me)
[verse 2]
who the f-ck is this, tweeting me at 6:26 in the eve’nin b-tchs fiend’in, n-ggas screamin’, wipe the ash off my shirt, load the 4’nick to put uh n-gga in the dirt, uh n-gga never been as broke as me, i like that, when i was young i had two pair of sneaks, besides that i started slangin’, hangin’ with the guards on the block i started bangin’, youngin’ dunkin’ law in the cop ugh, n-ggas talk sh-t but ain’t livin’ my (?) sh-t got b-tchs going dumb over my dividents, i know my haters like “f-ck them cats” me and king got him stayin’ big and buffed his back warnin’, im winnin’ like im born again, born to sin, i grew up eatin’ corn and grits, look at me now dumby, f-ck stackin’ my n-gga we plow money, (?) off my soul, the wind like i was down buddy
[bridge]
to all the lady’s in the place with style and grace, allow me to mace these lyrical dishes in yuh bushes
[chorus]
(?)
(party, and bullsh-t, and party and bullsh-t)
(diggy, diggy, diggy, can’t you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me)
[outro]
(i know its not the first time, that you’ve ever felt this way beforeee)
(i know its not the first time, that you’ve ever felt this way beforeee)
(i know its not the first time, that you’ve ever felt this way beforeee)

- paintboy kd

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