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letra de kloud$ - ray bop

uh! i gave my life to this sh-t , with no broken bones i need some ice on my wrist,  and when i’m in the zone, i’m like mike on this sh-t , i’ll copp me a halo just to bone me an angel , dropping all the hottest of words, i’m tryna be  number 1, so don’t talk to me ’bout this and the third,  this that crack, but i’m coughing up, not pitching no birds,  see i’m nice! and not cuz i’m a man of my words , what you thought nikka? hu!?, ya filled up  with non cents, no wonder why ya ain’t got no profits,  i sorta spit that sh-t that be complex, so as soon  as the bomb hits, there will be no room for your conscious,  who said ya couldn’t lose to this calm vet? that ah suit up  for war bet, spit this hardcore raw at your door steps , who wan’ test? i’m up and coming like raw s-x ’till the bore’ rest is cash hungry gov. all on ya’ll, nec! k! when i was a kid i wanted to be a n0body , now its obey garments, cooking tracks at my apartment,  ’till my pockets fat as cartman, you can’t stop me so why start him,  b-tch i feel since i’m the sh-t there’s no problem to fart then,  i’m tryna get it f-ck when opportunity calling,  i won’t leave until autumn, but regardless i am falling , for the girl in the red skirt, she got that pitchfork,  if she stab me man that sh-t ah hurt, that a get a nikka murcked , will you get your feelings hurt?, henny i’m sippin’ got me saying words i couldn’t blurt, and though i’m sinning  i ain’t suiting up to go to church, gold diggin’ b-tches fiendin’ , shooting up a louis purse, my verse is almost finished , how i know? i almost burped, my belly almost burst , and your b-tch is on my d-ck so much my pelvic almost burst , murder in the first, a burglar for your gifts,  a muzzle for your curse, i guess nothing works , just make sure you do what i taught y! ou first , only if you knew how i’m feeling , they told me! if i pu t my arms up i’ll lift up ceilings , i was so close to seeing the sky, grow mixed feelings,  my nose broke, sniffing the high from one penny , cause the other in my conscious, that’s, 2 cents for your pockets,  you could use that to go shopping,  b-tch!
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let’s draw couds up in the air,  let’s draw clouds up in the air,  let’s draw clouds up in the air, and search for when we’re unaware,  uh! uh! let’s draw clouds up in the air , uh! uh! let’s draw clouds up in the air,  let’s draw clouds up in the air , and search for when we’re unaware

- ray bop

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