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letra de paac - rob wellz (rap)

[chorus]
y’all ain’t do enough work yet to claim boss
all my n-ggas know my pain, we had the same loss
don’t be pickin’ at my brain, that’s a line you can’t cross
if you ridin’ with me than you’re protected at all cost

[post-chorus]
must protect at all cost
my cities never bored, i keep it handled across
the piggies tryna get me and nail my hands to a cross
i ain’t lookin’ for no pitty, just protect at all cost

[verse 1]
too many leaders and not enough overseers
to keep their eyes wide for all of the non-believers
jesus had a judas and brutus knocked off ceasar
i check my back seat for n-ggas hiding with heaters
i check the back streets, make sure the coast clears
i hit the back stroke when lights start to appear
you get yolked, slapped and choked and know we ain’t fighting fair
if you know the spot hectic don’t send my ass over there
you supposed to be my family, i still hold it down
and you know i’m working for you, though i ain’t been around
i’m building castle walls, i pray that they ain’t breaking down
protection at all cost, that’s the code starting now

[post-chorus]
must protect at all cost
my cities never bored, i keep it handled across
the piggies tryna get me and nail my hands to a cross
i ain’t lookin’ for no pitty, just protect at all cost

[verse 2]
i got everythang ya’ b-tch need
b-tch, what the l!ck read?
you make excuses
i’m making history
you got a dirty mouth
my t–th is glistening
i spit that icy sh-t
i’m mister listerine
ya’ girl cool, i was playin’ with her last night
i skated on her ’cause i only gave her half pipe
she hit me up today, she said she want the whole thang
now she addicted to this d-ck, she call it cocaine
40 star, yeah i’m up inside that hoe brain
i got a cold heart, don’t open up the door mane
my flow heavy like it’s ridin’ on the soul train
remember when i made that song for johnny coltrane?
remember when i had a cold, i made my class sick?
i spit my soul so cold, my flow is classic
i ain’t tellin’ on myself, boy i don’t have sh-t
if they ask, my rhymes is crack, come get ya’ bag b-tch

[post-chorus]
must protect at all cost
my cities never bored, i keep it handled across
the piggies tryna get me and nail my hands to a cross
i ain’t lookin’ for no pitty, just protect at all cost

- rob wellz rap

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