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letra de bonfire remix - samurai track

[verse 1]
trade my b-tch in for a new b-tch, call that sh-t nasdaq
gone be everywhere in life, cept for a casket
alliterating on these n-ggas cause i flow fantastic
man i’m real and these phony b-tches plastic
don’t imitate my sh-t cause you could neva match it
i ball hard despite all the odds, you can call me magic
my flow so fast and crazy, this sh-t is rapid and rabid
and i got a bad b-tch, yeah i got a bad chick
everytime she call though, i make her think there’s static
and yeah i’m ecstatic, when i get up on the track
spit fire flames you’d think i lit a match
when in my fact, my flows so fast, it just causes friction
these rappers claim they sick i’m just writing the prescription
cause i’m the f-cking doctor, and i’m on a mission
to operate on the game, and revive that sh-t
man i got ill flows and they ain’t about my b-tch
cause my thoughts extend beyond mackin b-tches and gettin green
fifteen and i’m brown, spittin sh-t you ain’t neva seen
i got so many metaphors, you would think that i was wayne
my flow is just so crazy, man this sh-t just can’t be tamed
insane, f-cking crazy, outta brooklyn just like jay z
but now i’m livin in long island, from a honda to mercedes
maybe, you ain’t meant for this game
yes i’m a rapper but i am not the same
i’m unique, you antique
you just spit i got technique
i’m elite, i got you beat, man you just defeat
my paper gone be tall your paper gone be pet-te
on me, n-ggas sleep, well rather n-ggas slept
they ain’t listen to my sh-t, cause they ain’t consider me a threat
i’mma beast i’mma beast, someone let me off my leash
i’mma father to the game, and these rappers are my niece
then they listen to my sh-t and i got em on they knees begging “please!”

[bridge]
don’t even try to diss me
cause dude, yo girl, she tried to kiss me
man than you i am better
and believe i got yo chick wetter

[verse 2]
i hop up on the track like i hopped up on yo mom
stick my d-ck into the beat now we f-ckin to the song
that ain’t even make sense but in my head it did
but my head is so f-cked up, every thought is a sin
betta call yo next of kin, cause i’m bout to f-cking k!ll ya
it’s only some time before i be rollin in da millions
k!ll them, all but i ain’t odd future
listening to my ryhmes puts these n-ggas in a stupor
man i’m the best of my age and that ain’t finna change
my music gone spread like the black plague

- samurai track

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