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letra de culture - platinum lewis

(4x)hook:
countin the deadz while i’m blowin the smoke
i don’t f-ck wit copys i don’t f-ck wit clones
the choppa be loaded i’ll get this sh-t blown
i got the wings so i’m bout to be gone

1st verse:
dreadhead bouta get this sh-t poppin
i’m talkin tht money, no changing the topic
the choppa be loaded, i’m aimin i’m c-ckin
i’m right in the car wit the diamonds all rockin
i’m sippin tht actavis every so often
i’m countin the deads like i’m right near the coffin
no stoppin, keep goin, no talkin, just plottin
i pick up the phone cause the money be callin
whipping and whippin tht work like a vertren
f-ckin up the sh-t like i’m using edison
takin the shots like i’m takin the medicine
takin the money i’m counting the estimate
young mothaf-cka came right from the streets
thuggin like a n-gg-, who be aimin at the teeth
don’t f-ck wit me i’mma knock off yo feet
n-gg- i’mma getcha wit the k when you blink
course i remember, these n-gg-s was sleeping on me like sleptember
they wasted no time hatin on a trendsetter
writing on twitter these hatin -ss letters, but came around when platinum lewis got better
bringing the heat, i was bringing the ember
name any artist i promise i’m better
got the power like a n-gg- a meta
you know it, you betta

(4x)hook:
countin the deadz while i’m blowin the smoke
i don’t f-ck wit copys i don’t f-ck wit clones
the choppa be loaded i’ll get this sh-t blown
i got the wings so i’m bout to be gone

2nd verse:
they sleepin on me like they dreamin right on me
you know they be phony
d-ridin the homie
when they see the numbers, the dollas, they hoein
and now they pretendin they cool wit the homie
but i don’t pretend
no, keep it 100 like bens
my n-gg- we never been friends
i’m not gonna cut you a check
don’t f-ck wit the snakes, i don’t f-ck wit the vultures
they stealin the money, they stealing the culture
can’t f-ck wit tht sh-t, i’mma switch off n dip
wit the k on my side, yea i won’t ever slip
can’t f-ck wit you b-tches, cause y’all b-tches toxic
y’all stay on tht talkin, y’all lovin tht gossip
about to run off like a n-gg- be sonic
eatin at sonic, my sh-t got chocolate
pourin up the lean, cause a n-gg- gotta chill
f-ckin wit the codeine,xanz & more pills
staying on the grind, til i get a mill
f-ck how you feel, cause n-gg- i got bills
mothaf-cka, can’t talk to me
we ain’t friends don’t walk to me
don’t get mad if yo b-tch blew me
i was cookin up like a ratatouille

(4x)hook:
countin the deadz while i’m blowin the smoke
i don’t f-ck wit copys i don’t f-ck wit clones
the choppa be loaded i’ll get this sh-t blown
i got the wings so i’m bout to be gone

- platinum lewis

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