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letra de cheat code - sicario + the vantablack messiah

[hook]
i got that up down, up down
left right, left right
ba, treat it like an art and sh-t
that up down, up down, left right
left right, ba
treat it like an art and sh-t

[verse 1]
for your vice, take a chance i’m mr. happy
dubs still on the step like i’m danny
never social, only post up
bause fiascos with the drogas
now tell me what you want cuh
slide with me
if you’re tryna chief
i got that high you need
demise as sheep is sweet at least you can say f-ck sobriety

[hook]
that up down, up down
left right, left right
ba, treat it like an art and sh-t
that up down, up down, left right
left right, ba
treat it like an art and sh-t

[verse 2]
living different
seen everything is business
grind like i’m nyjah
got em slumped or wired
i plug em, druggin’, young and thuggin’ n-gga, slime
when it hits, you can’t fake the feeling like a mime
chop it up like ip man, wrap and package like a prezzy
heavenly, n-ggas look up to me, flaws and all, if any
b-tterscotch, by my kn-b, that candy ‘caine come and get it
but ain’t sh-t sweet where i’m from and if it is you diabetic

[hook]
i got that up down, up down
left right, left right
ba, treat it like an art and sh-t
that up down, up down, left right
left right, ba
treat it like an art and sh-t

[verse 3]
it was a graveyard, she arrived at the party
bad lucy by sic tafari, and now everybody eyrie
laundry the next day, for sure secured a dirtbag
merched that to thirst traps who rode my girth as i wrote my first raps
what’s the feedback, vblack? high grade
where you be at? stepped in, awe
guap chase, i’m just stuck in my ways
b-tch, you know my way’s the high way
what’s the feedback, vblack? high grade
where you be at? stepped in, awe
guap chase, i’m just stuck in my ways
b-tch, you know how well that crime pays
[hook]
got that up down, up down
left right, left right
ba, treat it like art and sh-t
who you know go hard as this
more drive than keys, be startin’ sh-t
deadboy life, b-tch i’m heartless
drug dealer? i prefer harmacist

[verse 4]
sippin’ purp, everybody turnt
but i’m not, ‘cause the bopps ain’t worth it plus i’m only here for work
got the xans, yerks, whatever you abuse
make em sniff and sip, pop, smoke, i brought the wu
trent rizla, twist nine inches w this produce
like on this track using golden wrap for what i sold you
to keep it blunt, want it up front and if not, you can’t face ours
give a f-ck ‘bout player haters can’t read peons on my radar
cut my t–th and i was numb
another day, another pack in, whatchu do? i run it up
hit me, got what you need to get it litty ho
catalogue turn the distro into silk road, ya bish

- sicario the vantablack messiah

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