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letra de pink beetle - rejjie snow

[intro]
our father in heaven, hallowed be your name
your kingdom come, you will be done
on earth as it is in heaven

[hook]
got my chariot waitin’
you know i’m stayin’ alive
be it heaven or hades
you know i gotta survive
swing low, swing low
swing low, swing low
keep my feet above everything
yea, you know that i’m crazy
got my angels in full swing
yea, nothin’ can phase me
swing low, swing low
swing low, swing low
and i-oooooh-yea
and i-oooooh-yea

[verse 1: rejjie snow]
all these n-gg-s rappers
playin’ rappers, greatest actors
me, i kept it humble
me, i did it, this my greatest chapter
written here where bodies lay
mumified and on display
zulu with the shackles
freein’ weapons be the up and keep
you gon’ make me catch a body like them f-ckin’ rappers do
or you gon’ make me have to make a record about f-ckin’ you
you gon’ make me have to have these gold teeth and tattoos
you gon’ make me have to crash mercedes, so i’m beggin’ you
shut the ballin’ late in dublin, purple fluid in my cup and
broken dreams and wet dreams, there’s alcohol inside my gut
all you say is, “f-ck me better”
chicken grease up on my sweater
fast food and bad mood’s equivalent of hardly better
yea, i keep my ‘fro intact
camel causin’ heart attacks, b-tches on my f-ckin’ lap
toe tags and handbags, the smell make my b-lls sag
portraits of my mama’s face, poppa knows i’m sayin’ grace
this here be my only take

[verse 2: rejjie snow]
93 my born date
it’s king [?]
his penmanship will resonate and legacy deteriorate
in such relay, yea
don’t stimulate, yea
just regulate, yea
try to educate, yea
will imitate, yea, yea, yea
two big bricks for the low, you snake
our dreams they came crashin’ in
i was always born to win
crack heads in dublin city
love me, keep me covenant
prayin’ to my lover-hoe
she hold me down, i’m celibate
hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
now i’m prayin’, “hallelujah,” that i’m not the shooter
crashin’ up, that record spinnin’
way before this rap been winnin’
y’all was steady pluckin’ chickens
trophies in my mama’s kitchen
champagne and lovely women fortify my old soul
cause it’s doin’ numbers that i multiplied, i don’t know
every single record i be cryin’ at my old hoes
rejjie-this and rejjie-that, you f-ckin’ b-tch, i hate y’all

- rejjie snow

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