letra de lost soul - rob divine
yeah im sick but your crazy for letting me out the hospital i told the doctor that when he told me stayin here is optional got lots to blow burning out my soul finna lock n load then drop the flow my profession is mission impossible never stop me ho better pop me bro lay me down not today 151 and lots of haze ready to heavily pop away bet i b steadily countin pay im confiscatin what u got im takin throwin combinations im not for fakin so stop the hatin m-th- f-cka u cnt bend my concentration from a bad boy to a bad man in the bad lands i got mad plans so jab hands or quit playin either way that b-tch layin lay it down or get laid down i stay down u feel me rob divine murdering all they send to k!ll me still c im guilty hands are still filthy tilt these cups smoke blunts and just milk these women wit the venom till they drill me im hot n ready like little cezar just grilled me
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