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letra de young seattle part 4 - sam lachow

[verse 1: sam lachow]
uhhh, part 4, oh my god

uh, part 4
huckleberry crack
uh huh, i’m feelin’ terrible everybody get back
i’m talkin’ 24 hours, 48 hours, uhh
just pulled out another, i should probably take a shower
i’ve been wearing the same d-mn sh-t for like 2 weeks
i’ve been givin’ ’em sneek peaks
lettin’ ’em lose sleep
who he? careless
runnin’ this town barefoot
careful, but why does reality not scare him?

[verse 2: b skeez]
yeah!
why these n-ggas hatin’ on skee?
trying to take my shine, i’m like n-gga please
put that motherf-cker on the v
keep the chopper on me (blacka blacka blacka blacka)
me, i’m from the valley, i don’t give a f-ck (yeah!)
walk in to the building, n-ggas beef, i throw my hood up
i come through with a couple of goons
so make room, we got nothin’ to lose

[sam lachow]
ha ha ha ha, gifted gab, you’re on another one, why? why??

[verse 3: gifted gab]
i’m a west coast n-gga, you can tell by the weed i smoke
i ain’t f-ckin’ with n-ggas who got that okie doke
don’t be p-ssin’ my n-gga without ashin’
i ain’t askin, showing ropes to under cl-ssmen
foe blastin’, toe taggin’ hoes naggin’
leader of the sea, so when you see me you see captain
sink ships with the fl1ck a da wrist
i’m breakin’ a b-tch, breakin’ ankles i’m ballin baby
i’m spalding

[sam lachow]
hoo, not raz simone! not black umbrella!

[verse 4: raz simone]
hop out that whip with that thing c-cked
chains on my neck the 8 ring god
i don’t f-ck with fishy people, don’t bring cod
treat yo’ face like home base time to swing off
b-tch i spit that trapanese, no klignon
but i got that white girl in my sp-ceship like xenon
and i’m out here on my own like a teen mom
b-tch you heard that i’m a d-boy in the beehive
t-tties all over the place like i need bras
and my money up, like a skinny on the seesaw, see god

[verse 5: dave b]
pushin’ rookie to the limit, overseein’ my enemies
similes curvin’ perfect, my verbage
you ain’t no kin to me pimp
drunk up off the partial, tell me who i sound like
she just f-ck with me, cause she know you a d-mn lie
off the metro and the vocals
don’t know n0body that’s flagrant
and keep it all on the low doe
i’m turning down what they offer
you might get taxed for the show doe
i put some pack up for option, you put a rack on the hold up, yo

[verse 6: key nyata]
aye, aye, aye, aye
everybody wanna know what’s happenin’ with key
i done stepped in the party with a cup of that lean
i be zonin’ on my own, don’t care bout a thing
i roll my f-cking weed right in front the police
i don’t f-ck with many n-ggas so don’t talk to me please
only about cheese, fetty, fetty, all that i need
you can say just what you want long as you say it to me
and i still won’t give a f-ck, cause i’m bout that money
b-tch

[sam lachow]
yo ho ho ho ho ho, ariana deboo, end this motherf-cker, come on

[outro: ariana deboo]
let the curtains close, let the lights come up
say goodnight, and go

[sam lachow]
ha ha ha ha ha! woo! ha!
friends, funk, liquor
thank you

- sam lachow

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