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letra de narrow hills - simbarapofficial

[verse 1: simba]
okay it’s abidaya but i really can’t
start to even address when we hearin’ ‘em chant
now you know my reach is like kevin durant
what i rustle in the west, i don’t need a grant
it’s luxury
we keep it locked up in the gunnery
this ain’t recovery
jungle up under me
f-ck introductory
coming in hungry

(jungle up under me)

jungle up under me
i cannot f-ck this mum-mum-mumamumblin
they can’t stop stutterin’
shut the f-ck up with it
soon they be sufferin’
cause i’m uncoverin’
that real rap
i’m bringin’ it back ‘til my pulse flat
i’m sweepin’ em up under the doormat
b-tches better knock or we hit ‘em back with don’t come back
man to h-ll with that
they callin’ us lame when we runnin’ the game
and that sh-t is insane when we claimin’ the fame
just cause i’m a lion it doesn’t mean i am the one you should tame

(f-ckers know the name)

s-i-m-b-a
know i take a trip with mj
it’s a blessing
give it a few years they’ll be saying i’m a legend

[verse 2: yuseph]
i’d be lying to you if i said i wasn’t a legend in my own city
but f-ck it
this way of life we’d die with it
just countin’ off the top of my head
i’d tell these people every single line to play when i’m dead cause ever since
you can tell me how to do and i should listen back
i’ll take this -rs-nal of heat and then i’ll aim it back
controversy is my best friend they told me
show me mercy comprehend this life is phony
i’ll rake this up with my hands
you got a couple of bands
over the seas in the sand
tell you them days are not planned
tell you them days can bring hate
tell me my life is a saint
remember i can turn around and i could blow you mothaf-ckas to the gates
mothaf-ck me? mothaf-ck you too!
i been stuck but i’ll still truck you
all these nights i knew i’d cut through
all these tracks they will never come true
boo
i don’t really wanna ever hear this sh-t
i’d never knew that it would ever come to this
we’re winnin’ but livin’ up in a limited simulate
man i know when i’m gone
they move on
pretended and sh-t
so if you don’t put up a show
overdose
alone and cold
or even rush your tongue onto a frozen pole
a motherf-ckin’ opened hole
stab wounds
gun wounds
red flags
blue flags
low riders in the jungle
that’s simba

(bridge)

- simbarapofficial

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