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letra de xena - skufl

i should buy me a goat when i go out to africa
show all these f-ck n-ggas who really got it
they run with ya sh-t and forget where they got it
might drop a crib on a whip ’cause i’m ’bout it
we low to the ground we can hear all you hobbits
i favor the seasons i don’t care for no tropics
take all my treasure out the safety deposit

ain’t n0body dead but these ones in my pocket
act like i’m dead ’cause i don’t wanna be bothered
my n-ggas need love ’cause that other sh-t toxic
“n-gga stop it”
guns or the bottles man which one you poppin?
guns or the bottles, which one you poppin’?
richard or rollie, which one you watchin?
spot me a freak who dancin’ for proﬁt
tatted obnoxious, like what i’m watchin
might be a demon, i’ma keep rockin’

feeling my heart shift, feeling more hardships
feeling more heartless, feeling more darkness
still in this apartment you can hear barking
still with the gauntlet n-gga don’t start sh-t
n-ggas don’t sing ’round here, just pop sh-t
f-ck around sing about it and make a new pop hit

running with the mischief, running with extensions
running from the grim sh-t, running from the trenches
running out of hit sticks n-ggas gon’ pick sh-t
running from the henchmen you ain’t ﬁnna k!ll sh-t
runnin’ for redemption trying to get dibs in
running for my backend like i need ﬁtness

like i’m tryna run across the state, like i’m tryna cop a gun today you can smell the worry on my face, you can feel me blocking everything
practice magic 32 safety, i don’t even practice safe s-x
practice my religion on the daily, every time i see a paycheck

they told me i’d be happy with success, i ain’t even happy tryna chase it
they told me not to let the devil in, probably know some sh-t that he can tell me
probably know some sh-t that he can help with
probably heard the preacher one too many
probably heard the world was always ending
i’ll probably try to run it in my asics
i should buy me a goat when i go out to africa
show all these f-ck n-ggas who really got it
they run with ya sh-t and forget where they got it
might drop a crib on a whip ’cause i’m ’bout it
we low to the ground we can hear all you hobbits
i favor the seasons i don’t care for no tropics
take all my treasure out the safety deposit

- skufl

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