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letra de stalinism - quadie diesel

“and the big slatt dropped his motherf-ckin’ tape, you feel me. when the smoke clear n-gga go get that sh-t man. man that n-gga quadie man, if you ain’t bumpin’ that quadie bro, you might as well turn your speakers down man. we up! bro i’m telling you, this sh-t dumb!”

intro –

siamese twins
maybach benz
gangster friends™
i been settin’ trends!

verse1 –

(ad-lib?)
? – man, ? – man
? – man, letterman
palestine, let em’ in!
cheddar man
i’m the cheddar man!

case closed
mayo
mayo
all white g-fazo’s
shooters in the bronx
out in clayco
narcissist
all i got is fire like an arsonist
carcasses
n-gga, it be motherf-ckin’ carcasses
start with this
all i got is drugs, i’m a narc-issist
shaking
like parkinson’s
?
know i had to harvest it
trapping;
put my heart in it

verse 2 –

yeah, know i market it
gas bag
fart it in it
shooter put his arch in it
?
mad glass, mad laugh
(hahaha) scarffin’ it
mad good
she get mad wood
like a carpenter
i’m with the ghoulie
you know he don’t shake hands
brodie, 2k on his head
like a ?
got his b-tch head in my lap
like an amen
street sweepers
mop up the floor
like the ?
?
dunk on his head
like a laker
i ain’t [larry] nance [jr.]
vests’ cover your chest
like an apr-n

we got a secret handshake
like the masons
fetty, i bake
like the cakeman
white boy on the block
chris kaman
look at kk
he the xanny and molly man

white with em’
like cauliflower
dope fresh
like it’s out the shower
serving zombie
and finessing cowards
pack gone
less than an hour
verse 3 –

if that ?
then i’m stretching it
i just came back
from a deficit
i got ovals
like a f-cking president
you know i came up
from the medicine

these n-ggas cappin’
and they fake
these n-ggas dead
like decapitation

your baby’s first words gon’ be, “i don’t got it.”
he don’t say ?
bad b-tch, she be throwin’ shade
like the ray-bans

i’m offensive
like the redskins™
i’m in miami
like ted ginn [jr.]
? man, get the bread in

hook –
trap out the old benz
and the red benz
trap out the
whatever you want to call it
trap out the –
what you want? we got it all
trap out the bathroom
but no, i’m not stalling
we about to erase a n-gga
like stalin
i know your ?, just clipped
your ?
we on the boulevard
boulev-artist
i’m not a criminal
i’m an artist
i’m only a criminal
in the morning
i feel like a criminal
in this foreign

?, burgundy
and the orange
i just left d.c.,
like folarin
i had to jump in this b-tch like –

hook –

trap out the
whatever you want to call it
trap out the –
what you want? we got it all
trap out the bathroom
but no, i’m not stalling
we about to erase a n-gga
like stalin
i know your ?, just clipped
your ?
i’m on your boulevard
boulev-artist
i’m not a criminal
i’m an artist
i’m only a criminal
in the morning
i feel like a criminal
in this foreign

- quadie diesel

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