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letra de whats it to yah? - personallyexplicit

whats it to yah

(1st verse)

skeletons in the residence
elegance, sippin’ essences/
h-lla sedatives, dead in bed again/
b-tter knives over elements/
my heads baking in the oven/
a gangster like mclovin/
put you to sleep like some turkey stuffin’/
b-tches cry when i chop the onion/
blood stain on my pearly whites/
i got that slap like a girly fight/
this beat nastier than a pair of twerking dikes/
1st player solo/
do this with no promo/
my bread rise,the yeast grow slow-mo/
from the city where homies gone loco/
bounce from b-tch to b-tch down the street on my pogo/
like yolo/
yo, they on’t know tho/
the big bad wolf bout to blow the roof off/
i get confused, are you a red nose pit or rudolph?/
you claim you got bars but they bout to get chewed off/
droppin bandz in the thugz mansion, feeling like 2pac/
so dope, all ho’s love my smell, but who rot?/
my pockets gun’ swell/
my chocolates gun’ sell/
my profit excel/
my vomit gone stale/

(chorus)

whats it to ya, im put two into yea/
ima make you look like a b-tch how i do yea/
i can handle just a bout two uh yea, whats it to ya/ x2

(2nd verse)

trippang through the teenage wasteland, got me like a sp-ceman, my minds all floating, these b-tches wet when i rain dance/
i’m just sayin’, d-mn!? f-ck the b-tch then dip, the hip popper, gotta blast my jimmy neutron, work my escape plan, block your shine with my ray-bandz/
rare breed, compare me to when the air bleeds/
the fair breeze, their dream, my mere greed/
unstable like a 3 leg stool/
i got no chill, you could never be that cool/
grippin’ the steel, you never keep that jewel/
constantly ask these liars why the feed fools/
i used to rep with dumbies, keepin’ it g is a key tool/
never trust no one, i don’t need you/
school of hard knocks, f-ck you need pre-school/
ima toxic sitchy, i’m a disease that pools/
so i scheme a fool, repeat then bool/
its icing to the cake, the stream that drools/
but i won’t sugarcoat life
sin and nail hoes, on the wooden post/
i pray ery-night, to shower hope on me/
my hand guns at the holy light/
demanding to hit me with the photon beam/ x2
photon beam/

(chorus)

whats it to ya, im put two into yea/
ima make you look like a b-tch how i do yea/
i can handle just a bout two uh yea, whats it to ya/ x2

- personallyexplicit

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