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letra de chiraq - samsquanch

[intro]
i just took a really big f-cking bong rip

[verse 1]
look
you ain’t walking to me
boy, i run the city
you ain’t f-cking with me
i be chugging whiskey
my blunt is thicker than my f-cking pinky
if you want a piece
then you can come and get me
rappers rapping, but they’re not impressing
i’m the f-cking answer
you can stop the guessing
all these f-cking bars
look like i got arrested
got locked in prison
but i brought some weapons
i be shanking rappers
make ’em shatter
break they’re back first
then shake ’em backwards
face is plastered on the face of asheville
won’t settle for no second place, i’m faster
f-ckface, i’ma [?]
i’m in first place
i’m like, “in what race?”
i run this sh-t til my nuts chafe
and they just chase and get frustrated
f-ck a loser, cause i’m gonna win
and i be coming in like i want revenge
like i’m mad at tracks
like i f-ck with them
i’ma choke ’em out
better tuck your chin
she trying to hang like a jungle gym
have her blowing harder than a gust of wind
she mat f-ck around and make me c-m again
i might kick her out, but tell her come again
grinding more, it’s got me sleeping less
i just grind the weed to relieve the stress
you [?]
i’m not the cleanest dressed, but sh-t, i keep it fresh
no celebrating til i really made it
no hesitation, i’ma let ’em hate me
give me room like a reservation
i be getting checks like these tests are [?]
when i’m schooling rappers
make ’em bl–dy
soo woo to rappers
i steam ’em up
then couscous the rappers
then eat ’em up
and p–poo the rappers
cool cool bananas
i lost mind they trying hard to find it
they can’t think like me
they ain’t half as smart
i’m going in
i got all these feelings that i’m holding in
like i have to fart
i let it out and i sh-t on artists
take out the trash, cause they spitting garbage
i’m in the building, your b-tch apartment
she get with the part where my d-ck is hard
and b-tches talking sh-t
sh-t don’t bother me
i’m working hard and get rich regardless
f-ck with my team and my clique is balling
need somebody 6’6″ to guard us
hit the target, hit the coffin
and p-ss ’em off and i’m sh-tting on ’em
so sick i’m coughing
i’m just disgusting
too far ahead, you can never touch ’em
these haters hating, i don’t tell ’em nothing
get ’em off my chest like some breast reduction
i k!ll your family, your nephews, cousins
the highest rap, we’re several steps above ’em
i’m the f-cking bomb, homie press the b-tton
watch me detonate
say heaven’s gates is a better place
but i’m trying to see what the devil makes
they focus on trying to replicate
i medicate til my head is straight
and my legs are starting to levitate to the finish line
f-ck second place
it’s s-ss, b-tch

- samsquanch

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