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letra de paimon! - psychodelicate

[intro – sydny]
out of yo mind don’t talk back
might be a pup but i bark back
don’t want your deal don’t call back
look to the light when i fight back
out of yo mind no contract
don’t want your pen won’t sign that
treat us like hoes get b-tch slapped
i make ya mind go to pitch black

[verse 1 – droogie]
i said f-ck pyn
and i put that on my daddy and my friends
old heads tryin k!ll the youth quicker for the bread than the drug f-ck rappers that are boggin’ up the trends, like
fishing for the bag from the kids who just wanna have fun makin’ rap songs right?
dissin’ all the new school rappers but they fillin’ up ya pockets with the contracts right?
f-ck it know that you evil
misleading the kids for a sequel
promise of riches and gold all the b-tches up on em but you nеver told em
talent just isn’t thе same
sign it away for the fame, b-tch
showing that you don’t deserve it ya head in the clouds but now you are servant

[verse 2 – jazz]
b-tch you better have my money
i ain’t got a dollar or a cent
i might go anti, show both sides
slight chance that i’m harvey dent
b-tch, it’s long shot that i’ll switch
pyn where the f-ck, my, tip?
run that train, imma piston
label a&r’s be simpin’
gather up the money it’s a heist
don’t care about honey, ain’t no flower this the knife
hit em with the pump, sydny got em in the trunk
it ain’t gta, no resp-wning back to the life
if money grow on trees, where the h-ll my cash at?
pockets is abyss, need my 25 through cash app
where the stash at? i see it then i got it
where the mask at, i see it then i’m robbing
[bridge – sydny]
ain’t no respect imma stick em straight up
make em repent when i send em straight up
you gon’ regret when you see that we up
rip the knife out my back and i sing in my blood
ain’t no respect imma stick em straight up
make em repent when i send em straight up
are you counting that bread when your met with your god
the mud on ya bands, we playin with hogs

[verse 3 – sydny]
f-ck
i need yelp
y’all are sus
i need help
can’t adjust
sorry bout the stains on the pinstripe
cuz i made a big mess, issa big knife
it ain’t gonna be fair f-ck a fist fight
drippin’ like you ric flair but ya limbs swiped

[verse 4 – jazz]
itching for currency, n-ggas ain’t heard of me
vans are 60, they use it for clout
n-gga try jumping me, checkin my dungaree
me and my whole team, we stomping you out
25k for the team, 25 cents in my jeans
negative balance on card
promoter, are you a fraud?
[verse 5 – droogie]
shoutout to men wearin’ suits
and all of the f-ckin’ dealings that they do
pray on the weak for a check and just laugh at the sh-t because it isn’t you, yeah
that is the nature of man
doin’ whatever he can
just stackin’ the paper up high, and would die for the lies that they shout to the sky
and would die for the guys who just doin the same in the game that they in until they go insane
and their brains are just rotten from greed and they know it but they just persist til the gun is reloaded
and bam!

[bridge – sydny]
i ain’t signin’ massa’
won’t wear yo’ studded chains
never slave i’m breakin’ shackles
won’t hand over the reigns

[break – jazz]
skinny n-gga, brass pockets
spoiled n-gga, my girl shoppin’
count it up, keep the change
n-ggas k!ll you for the finer things

{verse 6 – sydny]
heatin’ ya seat up in h-ll
fishy business from the muck
don’t give a f-ck, chastity lock on the belt
reaper reaper in the cut
you ran out of luck
ya know that you meetin’ ya maker
b-tch i am doing you a favor
ya wrist kinda cold cuz the chains hurt
my wrist kinda cold cuz the… f-ck!

- psychodelicate

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