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letra de butthurt freestyle - phil nautica

[verse 1: phil nautica]
when you gotta problem
you want to just run & you want to discuss shit (i don’t)
when phil gotta problem
he call up his demons & k!ll, no discussion (yes i do)
n-gg-s flexin but they bills are reflecting
real n-gg- but a b-tch is reflecting
money hungry like we in a recession
wet they jersey like the state i was born in
suburban boy sound like a city n-gg-
when you deep inside a struggle ain’t no pity n-gg-
phil lose a new cannon in the field n-gg-
——— call himself city cause he’s sober n-gg-

[verse 2: snaz]
repping jersey, i’m a jer$ey rebel
you a demon, i’m a motherf-ckin devil
& i’m stacking chips like motherf-ckin kettle
never settle, put the pedal to the metal
cause we stop, drop, open up shop
time to show you what we got in store
rest -ssured, you gon’ get this work
when the rebelz lurk on the 47’th floor
yes i’m crazy & i f-ckin know it
i’m a g*nius & a motherf-ckin poet
you ain’t poppin nothing less you popping bubbles
this your only chance i hope that you don’t blow it

[verse 3: phil nautica]
i’ve been a n-gg- since the field
and i ain’t even been there yet
chest f-cked up, and i ain’t even hit it yet
bars spraying peasants like unfortunate pests
man, it’s heaven where i rest, and h-ll where i write
kiss and tell life with a bag full of knives
ready for these riches, i ain’t ready for no b-tches
shit rappers trash bars like my beats made at night
i got about no weakness, bars got ’em grievous
fake like rappers wearing jesus pieces
switching out these bags and switching up my thesis
switched from a clown to a lyrical g*nius
a lyrical g*nius, with a speech impediment
speaking straight shit, but at least he’s relevant
sneaking through the city, just stalking these regiments
to k!ll for the thrill, shit this sheet’s my testament
b-tch

[verse 4: snaz]
b-tch!
tryna get rich
rolling up a blunt that’s fatter than ms. fiske
straight violating the bladder with this d-ck
chillin inna cut, i’m maccin a thick b-tch
i give her -n-l now she b-tthurt
she gave me flat top like shumpert
make her squirt when i f-ck her
but she gotta swallow my nut first
i’m a buster when i’m f-ckin rhyming
this that cup of noodles b-tch i’m f-ckin dining
like it’s f-ckin morning b-tch i’m up & shining
like it’s nothing but some motherf-ckin timing
like some riddle shit, she a freak ho
hit the shit when the trees rolled
little b-tch with no steelo
skittle shit, i’m in beastmode

- phil nautica

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