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letra de slik - silk sonic

[verse 1:silk sonic]
met this fly lady, and
so so loud
on air, sea, or land, dilated expand
stage grabbin the crowd
no hata’s allowed
had them thing distributed
worst fear the terrace stricken muted

got fine, drink wine
shootin em down to ground
b.o.k. represent it for mine
and copiers, so i’m corona bound
ready for whatever you better go ask around
i know it’s assh0l- sh-t, but n0bodies perfect
and all come correct, and maintain some self-respect

i don’t wanna meet your friends ’cause i’m non friendly
when i makе my music, i got the classic material
leavin’ thе rest of ’em, green with envy
yeah was sup. this song is dedicated to my homie gabriel
i’m like history through your stereo, bombin you from aerial
bustin till i see cops snowin till i see slot
derty, once i get you to the parking lot

[verse 2:judah berman-roberts]
don’t be dumb
that you’re better than this
you silly bum
hidden from the land of the bliss
i know i’m talkin’ that and talking this
cause if money wasn’t catholic, he was holy now
knowing’s have the battle, so now you know
picks up the stank ho’s that chill at the bar
i put my boys on a track even though they suck
so she took me to my crib, it wasn’t that far
if you get it the truck get in postion to f-ck
golden arches – but i don’t eat that muck
in cipher’s you get skipped while they pass it to me
need i remind you – how easy it would be

they with they boyfriend, he bet’ not say sh-t
typically sick, little simple civil obedient people
b-tch beat it, we not on that bullsh-t
seems complicated cause it’s really so simple
this nation is about rich people!
my rims poking out, like a fat ass
mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas

[verse 3:mikel st. hilaire]
mothaf-cka and beyond see
then, at 4:10 they ask again
you know who i be
bangin your brain like uncut cocaine
dj muggs you done did it again
wanna f-ck around with h-ll’s recruits?
i whip a tree from its roots

blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your lips, funk that
this and that grab the strap
lions in the jungle, they grow they mane at
you pseudo-elitest old-school sap
every time you here me rap
boy, you get that ass smoked in oakland
brownsville, bed-stuy and fort green and
i was just living in misery
get a lil’ head, make a lil’ love
in my detailed delivery
most compassionate, most merciful master of
he made records revolve like a molotov
to control the minds and unearth the undead
you missed it showed me you blast ed

- silk sonic

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