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letra de gold - reyisblu3

[intro]
choppin’ trees, i’m mining now
come to the mineshaft now
digging, and we goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ down (look, uh, look)

[verse 1]
all of my homies gon’ mine with it
in the pockets and crevices of the mountain
notch told me the power was in the tool
but it prolly ain’t powerful as a farm
all of you lil’ cowards get devoured, i’m chucking these arrows at anyone
i ain’t been in the shaft in a minute cause i ain’t with it if the diamonds is miniature
i’ve been mining my diamonds, i’m diamond mining
i’ve been spending some time in the underworld
‘cuz them pigman stealin’ sh-t and still k!llin’ in the city of fire and it’s sinister
tryna k!ll me and rob me for all my gold in the world, this sh-t really hurts
them armored players sentiment really hurtin’
cause murder’s a common courtesy, for certainly
blood splatter on they shirts, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (64!)
my homie doing 8+5 up in the mineshaft
talked the other day, he say he’s doing fine, man
he good, he gathering iron and got a pickaxe
think that’s the way we play you gotta think fast
homie’s 3 hearts in the game, with a face full of pure rage
eyes all white, herobrine and it’s hard to escape from the dark caves
og players from the grass and they all ages
tried defending all of their dogs, aye
all these og’s nowadays they don’t play
danger, creeps and mobs sh-t feel m-rated
(danger, creeps, and mobs sh-t be outrageous)
well don’t get this sh-t f-cked up, my boy
get f-cked up once it’ll double up
i’m spitting this heat outta the furnace, triple double
open the treasure map, get the iron and huddle up
cover up, run it up, bow it up, bow!
uh…talk a lot of smack you gotta back it up
pull up like a zombie, doors crackin’ up
i could put the diamonds in the field, better batter up
smack ’em in the chat bodies yatter up
y-11, diamond in the rough
i won’t argue, my stacks fat as f-ck
cause i ain’t combattable, i’m cracking through the dirt
that’s how you know it’s going- (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
{chorus]
if i run out of gold, i won’t
got these diamonds i stole…from you
i won’t run out of gold (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
run out of gold

[verse 2]
for about a decade (brrt)
been wearing this chest plate (brrt)
from that day that i picked a (brrt)
diamond ore from the big cave (brrt)
from the second i press play (what?)
i suggest they (what?)
do not joke like a let’s play (why?)
cause like when all the wolves came to slay (yeah)
we can just say (what?)
i’m like d-r-e-a-m (yeah)
i’m pressing that s+a (s/a) (huh?)
wait, he didn’t just talk about predators and then spell out “dream”, did he? (yup!)
r-i-p him to shreds, k!lling
them creeps none of y’all should be living (yep)
but i ain’t tryna beef with him
‘cuz he might tell the kids to dogpile me like wolves, “get him.” (nope)
and that’s the only way you’re gonna be k!lling me
ain’t gonna be on no grief, silly (yeah)
i be the creeps silly, hardcore, call me philly
feel like the end city (why?)
you think it’s over, wait, it’s just beginning
grief me, and it ain’t gonna be pretty (nah)
used to be a lil’ small, then i grew a little each day til i became god
unlike notch, now his arms are too short to beat me at all
like d-mn he’s small (woo), i beat them all
my new base better than your hut by far
b-tch, f-ck those mobs
you’re either a noob, or you’re playing it wrong in the shaft
‘cuz you’re covered in red if you’re thinkin’ you could touch my cart (yeah)
but if the whole server was out to get you (what?)
it would turn you to a violent guy, too!
they all in my house, stealing rounds of pick tools like- (brrt)
and that ain’t no sound effect- (boom)
neither was that, now it’s time to let loose
i don’t condone no violence, not cool
but i can’t get these thoughts up out my head (hey, hey, steve, k!ll, k!ll!)
they’re putting swords in my chest like me when i loot!
got the most content on the continent
these c-cky cons are useful as copper is (uh)
they got no common sense, they incompetent
i’m coppin’ these cart rails so my cart can whip (uh)
accomplishments accomplished through competition
i’ve conquered these creepers into unconsciousness
through confidence, i’ll conjure these conduits
call me callmecarson and i’m concocting this! (my bad)
n0body in here be touching
these motherf-cking diamonds steve be clutching, the creeper
come in the mine, feelin’ heated under my feet
blu3’ll bury them like an english m-ffin
no, i mean bake mobs, put ’em in the oven
put a lava bucket in the fuel compartment
f-ck around and get popped by the cleanest shooter
like i’m alex locked in, what i mean is locking you down
coup de grâce them, right between the f-cking eyes
going all in, if you think you f-cking with me
you’re gonna suffer the f-ckin’ repercussions
the creeper’s fallen, a heathen, i beat the dummy
i keep diminishing gold in their t–th, i’m f-cking them up- (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
{chorus]
if i run out of gold, i won’t
got these diamonds i stole…from you
i won’t run out of gold (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
run out of gold

- reyisblu3

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