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letra de funeral song - sean price

[hook]
lighters in the air
when you bury my body
please don’t bury my soul

[verse one]:
i flow great (flow great)
i hold weight (hold weight)
spit hot sh-t need colgate
yo, t–th kinda yellow, don’t floss between meals
cop a watch and whip and floss between deals
sean p!
i’m 6’1″ you all notice him
shot my first n-gga two blocks from paul robeson
all over son, you know my team, we all tote a gun
if a n-gga sound like me on the mic, cause i wrote it son
don’t ask me sh-t about pa i don’t roll with him
just admit, ruck too much, ain’t no controllin’ him
god cipher divine, rhyme shine like linoleum
i’m knowin’ them n-ggas can’t catch the lines i’m throwin’ ’em
yo, i’m updated duke, state of the art
motherf-ckers frustrated and i’m takin’ ya heart
dare you to start
jump up, i’ll tear you apart
f-ck sh-ttin’ bricks my n-gga, i dare you to fart
yo

[hook]

[verse two]
overall i’m not with this swine dining, and glock with divine lining [sample: ‘don’t get it twisted kid!’]
watch what you say or get popped in your spine rhyming
go toe to toe and get popped if you mind dying
then i go cop a watch and top it with fine diamonds
go put my c-ck on top of your dime, grinding
know not to box with rock you die trying
go to the spot but the cops be like eyeing (d-mn)
go get knocked for the crops and [?]
i don’t talk about the c0ke i got
most of the c0ke i got came from folks i shot
[sample: ‘getting the special on!]
i don’t give a f-ck if you blood or you loc a lot
f-ck with me you’re head’ll have a open top
i go to the vatican with the most potent rocks
the most colombian sh-t off the boat and blocks
tell my man illa noyz come and tote the glock
while i give out samples hope the pope will cop
listen, yo wop-bob-ba-baloo-lop
bawhap-bam-boom
cops got a few glocks and popped amadou
put your lighters up

[hook]

[verse three]
starting to roam
grab gun, barkin’ the chrome
hold glock, globe trot like meadowlark in the zone
i ain’t trying to be the king, give me part of the throne
split your sh-t between sean price, carter and combs
[sample: ‘that was back back, back, back and -way- up there’]
oh you dumb -ss n-ggas know i’m smart with the poems
call your crib, you ain’t sh-t duke, fart on the phone
send my man in jail some money for a carton of bones
next time hit off your seed cause he starving at home
pardon me holmes
watch what you say i don’t play that
bring the war where y’all n-ggas sh-t, shave and bathe at
weak on the street but when you deep you act brave black
f-ck you and your dogs you ain’t ready for this stray cat
i’m the nicest rapper n-ggas asking “why you say that?”
[sample: ‘h-llo!’)
i can back it up, slap you up with a grey gat
flip words faster, i’m the rap pat sajak
vanna white, man i’m hype, duke can you say that?
listen…

[hook]

- sean price

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