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letra de when porphyro chokes madeline - saethsora

[intro: august ingram & girl #3]
ayy!
yah!
is this the beat that you made?

[chorus: saethsora]
drivin’ round in the city, you know i’m too good for the block
you know that you’re busy, but still you got time for my c-ck
my wrist isn’t froze, but you know that someday i will yacht
you’ve got money now, but someday in the ground you will rot
i’d rather drink liquor and f-ck on my liver till clot
my senses are gone but i’m feeling it get to the scotch
you’d think i’d be dead from all of the whiskey i’ve brought
can’t tell if you mine, or was it just really a thought

[verse 1: august ingram]
word up on the street, your posse been takin’ some shots
i got hundred n-ggas waitin’ for me on that op
b-tch, if you push it to the limit, you gon’ get popped
f-ck a rapper, you been threatened to be takеn out

boutta hit ’em with the headlights
boy wе hittin’ fast when the red lights
only gettin’ p-ssy in the red lights
i done read up on you day and night
voicemail when the phone ring
f-ck friends, i got slow drink
f-ck friends, i got old wax
f-ck rap when the flow wack
push me
too far
stressed out
smoke up
stress down
dead people
look around, it’s a new world
cold blood, it’s a new world
we the dogs, n-gga f-ck a bone
we the dogs, n-gga f-ck a bone
i got hundred n-ggas waitin’ for me
on that f-ckin’ weapon you been threatened to be taken
come and hit you quick dogg pound
and i’m boutta hit ’em with the headlights
but we headed from ’em past red lights
only gettin’ p-ssy in that red lights
i done read up on you, n-gga, day and night
come say, make him tell the right n-gga, woah

[verse 2: saethsora]
don’t call on my dial to stir all my sh-t in your pot
my b-tches are gone but i’m still obsessin’ with knots
the lies that you said, like to keep to my head like a glock
the price that i paid is more louis than i would’ve thought
my brain is so faded tonight, so i’m losin’ the plot
with me in your bed, you know on which door you should knock
you wanted me dead, but still it’s your bed that i rock
your n-gga came home, jump out of your bed and i’m off

[breakdown: saethsora, august ingram & both]
ayy, yah
crunk, c-ck, f-ck, weak, yah
p-ssy n-gga, gonna murder, don’t f-ck with no opp
yuh, ayy, f-ck
ayy, put, your, (b-tch) head, is
for the, sucka
i can scale up on ’em, now they gon’ wish they don’t know

- saethsora

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