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letra de 4 tha moon - pouya & terror reid

[verse 1: pouya]
running with a mask and a glock
hot vodka in the flask
terror told me get him, i got him
i’m on yo ass
startle me, don’t bother me
i’m sick of living modestly
so i got two ferraris and a bag full of cash
hand full of ass, you rappers smoking glass
i’m a blast from the past with these flows
imma pass the og
original, i’m daddy to you b-st-rds
two white b-tches in the benz
she yellin’ maga
f-ck the opposition my mission is f-ck ’em all
rollin’ with a 9 and i keep it tucked in my drawers
pull up in two vans like we coming off the wall
boy you shoulda never got involved
i feel like my life is a typhoon
i should have went to bed
but i stuck around for the moon
you can hear my mind cry when it’s quiet
at any moment explodе and start a riot
life on autopilot, yuh

[verse 2: terror reid]
pala untamed
thesе other boys lame
tha top of my game, mane y’all should be ashamed
i used to break frames, yeah my hands got bl–dy
now i’m posted in a cooz, waygu in the tummy
bout’ three green pills in the fist
ice cold grip on the stainless, brainless
ten speed deep, while i’m rockin’ on a beat
and they clocking my heat
need to calm down hoe, take a seat
and i, never want to stay in the same place
so i, keep it low at a quick pace laced
belly flop flyin’ while i creep on this
10 back y’all stinkin’ like asparagus p-ss
y’all need to wash
the great big 408 boss
my forehead glossed, speed away with the nos
i’m blowing trees down with the way that i lean
i think i need a nap, pouya tell ’em what i mean

- pouya terror reid

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