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letra de big for your boots - shadow

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen, it was a coldblooded, premeditated murder
da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
ayy
yo, uh (david arcade)

[verse 1]
i hear them talking all that sh-t, but they won’t do nothing in person
holocaust flow, what i spit will leave ’em burnin’
leader of the pack, man, we be getting stacks, d-mn
i come a long way from eating molly ’til i’m gurnin’
magic on the mic, not like tatum or like merlin
still gon’ get it done like coal trains up in berlin
bubblegum fields leave a brother’s head turnin’
been doin’ it for years, but your style’s still concernin’
had ’em in an alley backed up, all squirmin’
n0body would goad me ’cause they rats, a bunch of vermin
first to make a move, already knew i would’ve curbed ’em
and once i would’ve started, there would be no returning, it’s game over
was doing flips up in the kia, f-ck a range rover
reason that i’m smoking this ’cause i don’t wanna stay sober
i’ll get this money ’til the day that i can date oprah
shout out to my mother ’cause she raised a f-ckin’ strain smoker
i’m the wickedest, so please don’t worry ’bout what i do
street fighter when i’m spinnin’, kickin’ ’em like ryu
know a load of people, but i only trust a tight crew
that’s ’cause i’m a soldier for the drama that i fight through
uh, a bunch of cobras how these guys move
snakes up in the grass all pretending that they like you
don’t lose yourself while you’re stunting for them spiked views
never catch me slippin’ ’cause i always got on tight shoes
[chorus]
uh, but you’re too big for your boots
i get it poppin’, ain’t no stoppin’ when i’m speakin’ the truth
you get a way better feeling when you’re teaching the youth
then when you’re tryna be a gangster, how you preach in the booth
i said, yeah, said you’re too big for your boots
i get it poppin’, ain’t no stoppin’ when i’m speakin’ the truth
you get a way better feeling when you’re teaching the youth
then when you’re tryna be a gangster, how you preach in the booth

[verse 2]
but you don’t get that
test me and you’ll face a major setback
could blow at any second like a cook up in a meth lab
my homie said he trappin’ ’til we move around and get packs
when the plug come home, we gon’ welcome him with ten stacks
rrah, but i just wanna have my friends back
cheech is only spewin’ that he didn’t wrap the benz black
we used to keep the shh up in the kitchen at my ‘rents’ pad
everything i say, i mean, don’t ask me if i meant that
hop the fence, lad, get me, gotta get back
the bimmer came in gold, but the audi gon’ be jet black
never have i told, never out to get revenge, facts
never have i fold, i don’t care if your friends tapped, what?

- shadow

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