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letra de emperor of the universe - punchmadedoug

double r the wraith (skrrt-skrrt)
peekin’ out the blinds (yeah)
heard the opps hip on the back door
sh-t, boy, i’m creepin’ out the side (on god)
i’m a boss, you a worker (phew)
like, why in the f-ck is you speakin’ outta line? (phew)
can’t leave without it, boy, i need it on my side (phew)
feelin’ kinda evil, it’s a demon when i ride (phew)
spent twelve in the bape store (pfft)
you that one guy the hoes used to rate low
you that one guy that blew it, now his pape’ low
let a b-tch ask for somethin’, i’ma say, “no” (nope)
let him try and pass thе ‘wood, i’ma say, “nah” (nah)
you ain’t never seen the drac’ with thе acog
lamb’ chops with the zip, f-ck the steak sauce
seen him out, he got to runnin’ home like it’s baseball (phew-phew)
b-tch, if you ain’t independent, stay yo’ ass at home
aki slide down blowin’ fully switches like they saxophones (brrt)
talk about he missin’, wait until they find a bag of bones
had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the ‘low
walk into the spot and run it like i’m chris breezy (brrt)
sweater by the gallery, i think the kicks yeezy (yeezy)
talk about some johnny dang, why yo’ kit cheesy? (why?)
in store, i’m johnny cage with this punchin’, sh-t easy
(punch, punch, punch), huh
sittin’ sideways, i can get it five ways (pfft)
lil’ brodie found out crime pays, he raised the crime rate
why the f-ck he nickel dimein’ actin’ like he buy weight? (why?)
why the f-ck the big body can’t fit up in the driveway? (skrrt, driveway)
she eat me up like it’s benihana (brrt)
walkin’ out, kicks say balenciaga
h-llkitty, it do one-fifty, this is not a honda
i got the sauce, i got cheese, this is not lasagna
hope they don’t see me in public, got balaclava
hope they don’t bug me in public, got bl!cky (bah-bah)
big clip, curtis jack, got fifty (bah-bah)
interstate, seen cops, got shifty (skrrt-skrrt)
sippin’ on some wock’, lil’ b-tch, this not big bs, yeah (phew, yeah)
had to go and take the mask off (grrah)
lil’ cuddy, he don’t rap, he just sittin’ in the trap (yeah)
he just tryna go and get the bag off (yeah, get it off)
tryna get where i’m at? first, you gotta go and stack (yeah)
then you gotta go and work your ass off (yeah)
do the dash in the trackhawk, spin out, burn out
then i’m finna go and stab off (skrrt)
finna tax dawg, like, “f-ck a half off”
sorry, ms. jackson (i’m sorry)
nah, i ain’t sorry, i’ll scam your ass again
i’m just rappin’ while i’m thinking, i don’t even have a pen
made a hunnid ten times, used to couldn’t stack a ten
it’s alright though (sheesh)
called a choppa rdb, boy, it’ll dropkick you (f-ck)
if you ain’t sb dsm, then i am not with you (nope)
big pits, saint bernard, boy, this is not schnitzel (brr)
couldn’t take a step in my shoes, boy, they do not fit you (phew, huh)
ride around, amg (huh)
ride around, k on me (huh, phew)
ride around turnt, i just pour a quagen up in a faygo cream (hurt)
you ain’t ride around nowhere (nah)
you ain’t ridin’ nowhere with the tank on e (at all)
blue check, walkin’ out the bank on fleek
quarter ticket in a month, it’d take four weeks (brrt)
chillin’, i got wocky’ up in my body
chillin’ with aki, he ridin’ with tommy
i hop off the jet, then i hop in the masi’
all that k!ller talk, b-tch, you never dropped a body
i don’t wrestle sh-t, i ain’t scotty 2 hotty
try and box us, you gon’ get boxed up (brrt)
been on go since the jump, i ain’t never stopped once, nah (brrt)
once you pull some dirt, you stick with it forever
brodie on parole, don’t give a f-ck, he clutchin’ it on ten (ever)
see an opp at church, don’t give a f-ck, we stumpin’ him wherever
askin’ ’bout the rap game? gon’ run this sh-t forever
i feel invincible (like superman)
oh, we do too, we turnt his ass invisible (to a ghost)
they can’t f-ck with me, i put it on the biblical (on the bible)
i could teach you sumn’, f-ck it, i’m the princ-p-l
the backwoods original, the weed, it’s exotic (brrt)
sleepin’ and i’m slobbin’ off the lean, b-tch, i’m noddin’
2017, was stuffin’ cheese in my robin’s (yeah)
thirty-three percent thc, breathin’ toxins (ha)
who you think you stoppin’? (ha)
tie him up and hold him hostage (ah)
catch him walkin’ out, i peek right through the scope and drop it (boom)
the way you treat yo’ family, would’ve thought yo’ bro’s adopted
goin’ shoppin’, spent two thousand on a lil’ pole to pop it, haha (pop)
if the play good (phew), sh-t, the day good (phew)
f-ck a pre-roll, i only face eighth ‘woods (phew)
sh-t, i’m high as h-ll, still gon’ roll another one (roll it up)
talkin’ ’bout you got the hoes, you with the runner ones
r.i.p. virgil (phew)
i just had off-white on last night (man, what happened?)
jeans purple (phew), thirty-five bands stuffed, got the pants tight (god d-mn)
steve urkel (yeah), two strands, doubled up, got a half pipe (whew-whew)
heard he down bad, that’s a sad life
tell the b-tch, “act nice, ” she can get some act right, yeah
drop the top (it’s nice as h-ll out)
if you askin’ ’bout the price, you gotta shop (you gotta buy sumn’)
yeah, i got some wocky’, sh-t, who got a pop? (who got it?)
tell my shooter, “hit him in his top, he gotta drop” (he got it)
sh-t, we got a opp (got it)
i’m a gorilla (woo)
the stick’s vanilla (grrt)
slidin’ round in foreigns, cost three hunnid just to fill ’em
i pull up, hit the b-tch, i get to ballin’ like i’m billins (splash, b-tch)
talkin’ all that false sh-t, i don’t feel ’em (i don’t feel ’em)
out in cali’, up in compton where it ain’t safe (yeah)
bosses wake up and get to it, only lames hate (squares)
i could do this every day, this not the same pape’ (nope)
you better walk back to that porsche, ’cause we don’t play safe
i was full time rappin’, now i’m back actin’ (for real)
why you cappin’ ’bout the past? sh-t, yo’ mans had it
this is not no coogi, it’s some gucci, check the d-mn fabric
kicks on my feet, b-tch, they bleedin’
slidin’, if i ain’t drop sumn’, i ain’t see it (brrah)
where the wocky’? where the quagy’? b-tch, i’m fiendin’ (lean)
b-tch, i’m fresher than the mannequin in neiman’s
b-tch, i’m star player every game, every season (b-tch, swish)
habibi molotovin’ sh-t, don’t need a reason
hutch chains got me freezin’, i’m anemic
it’s only one king of this b-tch, you better beat it (you better beat it)
you better scram
big sh-ttyboyz, big dog sh-t militia
king of the muhf-ckin’ galaxy (on the gang)

- punchmadedoug

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