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letra de detroit 2 doha - semi six

im astonishing in traffic tryna drive a benz
cartier giverny’s with the copper lense it’s opulence wakandan prince
when i was born 3 men on camels arrived with gifts
my name was written in the pyramid hieroglyphs im the sh-t
d-ckin’ v-g-n- lips
you rap novices go bite a rhyme to spit
f-ck a social ladder i’ll kick it down while you climbin’ it
tryna get the love big poppa get when he bouta spit
or dr dre when the chronic hit
so let me ride cuz it’s nothin’ but a g thang
the ralph lauren polo wit the p wing
and greek motif link chain
my meat in a peach i’m deep wit the speech a starvin’ artist sink my t–th into beats
the rap nosferatu
me and my girl is like nas and badu
n—– can rhyme but not as fly as i do
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inside the wave like isaac hayes designer shades diamond chains drivin’ a topless saab in the widest lanes
drop a flame
rap jesus shuttlesworth i got the game
drive the lane crossover and roc fellas like ta and dame
this ain’t rap these are hardwood classics
every line golden and jewelry tests my bars would pass it
24 karats with bruno mars singin’ the chorus
i’m osiris lavish is isis our son would be horus
vintage adornments
ya new album is sittin’ in storage
the fur on my jacket a rabbit that could live in the forest
it’s part of the fly-ness
rockin’ air jordan 5s never walked in no fly knits so call me ya highness
i’m feelin’ like mansa musa in mali
i’ll kama sutra ya body off lots of buddha and sake
s-xual healin’ playin’ in the back ground
rappers be lost
until i hit they jaw and it make a map sound
the arms on my glasses havana brown
in havana with a bag of loud
no amateur style when i rap to the crowd
ready for war like an african child
imma one man army
buffalo tusks arms on the carti’s bread and cheese over beef but we don’t eat at arby’s
be at the bank we don’t be at party’s
makin’ deposits it all came from chasin’ profit
bape in the closet
these fake n—– hatin’ in silence
they snakes in disguises
i’m bout to vacate in the islands
i’m greatest of all time so i stay on the climb
stay on the grind
my lady feed me grapes on a vine
i’m the rapper that they bow to when they pray in the shrine
my cadence and rhyme
made wit the ancient design
you -n-s
i’m out in vegas sippin ‘ cases of wine over the phone with nas and jay on the line
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they tellin’ me i’m the goat of rap spittin’ the coldest raps on the throne just like jehoshaphat
the penmanship sick
fitted’s get tipped cuz what i’m spittin’ is lit
so crowd around me like a fire in late winter
everything that glitter ain’t gold like ya chain n—-
paint pictures
that hang on the walls of v-g-n-s
n—– bite like the jaws of pirhanna
lip gloss on the collar
imma boss i got the sauce like lasagna

- semi six

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