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letra de tax evaders - sick symphonies (sick jacken & street platoon)

hook (x2) (cynic):
we young and pimping
f-cking b-tches and cokee sniffing
heavy weight lifting
criminal business illegal transition
enjoying riches making money mission
love living life explicit

crow:
yeah we made it
generated and made a mock of it
cop the cd dropped it
took half the profit pocketed it
market it for the streets to back us
while the market crashed
we make it the fastest evading taxes
claim the status
that moved the masses
party bashes with tits and asses
liquor filled glassеs
smoke to the ashes likе toxic gases
my whip dashed while your neck whip-lashes
passes quick so get a grip to your sh-t while you can
i single handedly scam soundscan
with 100 grand that gets pushed out the trunk
to rock of your blocks and make your speakers box jump
cynic:
we don’t pay taxes all we do is tap asses and use women
to transport illegal substances
we up something their mad up to nothing
just laugh and kick back take notes on how to run
we take notes that only hundred we’re known for our abundance
most move too slow we move snow like was shoveling also music
if you’re wondering
yeah it’s dope so we keep on smuggling we’re known to be bubbling
we work harder to get denied like robert
we raised smarter, our competition get slaughter
currency flow like water, are money stream get stronger
if we work by the hour money respect is power

hook (x2)

cynic:
we’re young and conceited
walk around like we can’t be defeated
these f-cks mad ’cause we standing and breathing
letting off sh-t
for all you b-tches riding the p-ssy
talk sh-t and find your body chopped up into pieces
we stay low hit the club and sale coke blow smoke f-ck hoes
and rock those that ask for trouble
let’s make money because p-ssy comes with money
but p-ssy ain’t sh-t, it’s my d-ck that wants it
we’re upcoming executives with minds of veterans
powerful, and dangerous though day
sophisticated gentlemen trough night mafia type living the life
got different identities each with different wives
crow:
anything you need, weed, speed, pills of ecstasy
sick symphony you’re parting with a legacy
i never go back i never hold back and that’s a fact
i celebrate life like prozac
i thump flow, i’m a drunko let the skunk glow
here’s a toast to big business and bigger shows
and it sill grow though
lines of clothes, lines of doe
lines of blow, lines of hoes
crow so roll blow when i’m gliding tar
on the boulevard
felling like a street star
hustle hard and clever forever we live large

hook (x2)

- sick symphonies sick jacken street platoon

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