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letra de fluidity. - smoke bomb

[verse]
dun dun dun, there’s a monster off a tree n-gga
smoke sound off, im a zeus up on the beat
imma run up on the street
make you waddle waddle
splatta brain across the tile
burn a church, dont f-ck with bible
satan suck it imma rival
f-ck i dont like when a n-gga duck from my big gun
i got a smoker huge, i wanna leave 2 and write redrum
how a n-gga sound he think he edgy
think he ready for a mound of coke, ode on molly
ride the bus or take a trolly
trip on acid, f-ck the molly
off the rip i found it funny
you a b-tch, you a b-tch
money money, fill my pocket gimme plenty
in the gutta gettin muddy
rippin chords, they say its funny
but ya don’t know that smokе is runnin to the bag
real sh-t imma snip the tags
speed racе til im out of last
to myself when i walk to class
black paint on my face, gotta lotta problems gotta take it out with the waste
quarterback a n-gga
i am f-ckin baked maybe laced, keepin focus when im trippin
in my sp-ce sit in hate
for a system that is broken on the norm i feel like smokin
puff a pen or get to tokin
pr-cky b-tch i get to pokin
smell my bars they f-ckin potent
viz a splinter, like a rodent
crow a bird, he fly not floating
9 got clips and poles he totin
hcc that’s cxr & remo
w.d. the wxrld be singing
on the daily tek be ringing
$tacks got bars and tracks be flipping
grave my g, his sh-t be hitting
skenz is a goat and made it evident
movin like we heaven sent, settlement
mxnty in the netherlands
sippin on vnxm and rockin vetements
dirt a n-gga if he movin shady inna tournament
infy move right, solace in our blood right
runnin and runnin it up this is our time (lotta)
lotta lotta money, wanna get it, wanna get it (lotta)
not a lotta money, ion want it, ion want it (lotta)
lotta lotta money, wanna get it, wanna get it (lotta)
not a lotta money, ion want it, ion want it (nah)
punch back in b-tch, do the verse the next day
i love talking my sh-t and see who stickin on my inner sp-ce
you gunnin and gunnin straight stuntin ’bout ya 50 hits
im smokin on the papers that we rollin, not a ounce of sh-t-
-that makin us spaz
we move rocks, no avatar
you zoom fast but the rental gettin jus as far
more time, wanna waste that sh-t up onna b-tch who wanna get it freaky
f-ck a wh0re we pourin
editing my art im scoring
my d-ck, my p-ss
my cum, my kids
f-ck censorship
f-ck and sh-t and p-ss and b-tch
tell me what you wanting
genies granting all the time
wish for peace or bring the violence
can you read between the lines?
stop stuntin’
talk about peace but do nothing
thats right
zen° thumbin
through my deck, im schemin
boutta a year ago i couldn’t hit a flow like this
or speak my mind and claim the thoughts or keep it rollin for the sh-t cuz i was caught up on a b-tch who really didn’t give a sh-t
about my craft or my worth so she ended it and i took my own time
f-ck the cancer causing k!llings, you’re a criminal
my caution risin’ from the risk
i don’t wanna die
red up in my eyes
tearin up i f-ckin cry
ion wanna fly
ion wanna fly
ion wanna fly
cuz the cops keep gunning n-gga, uh
and we dying
we tryna love inside n-gga, uh
but we crying
we try to take a stand brotha, uh
but we trying
ain’t no other way n-gga for n-ggas to stop dying like
dying n-gga
dying n-gga
how we stop the dying n-gga?
i dont f-cking know, but its not by pulling f-cking triggas
protest, speak my mind, uh, that is lifted
if we is the same puto why we treated different?
ion wanna riot for violence, no need for scanners
now 4 corrupt pigs in the slamma cuz a judge dropped his hamma
put that n-gga onna bed and end his life for our children
my kids need siblings and friends to grow up with
bet ya that he didn’t get life
a slap on the wrist or maybe like 5
cuz the system likes you if you’re white
im a tan n-gga, come care about my life
watch your tone, where your manners?
why you screamin n’ banter?
you f-ckin teasin a n-gga
who ain’t afraid to take a step
f-ck the pigs who out here k!lling and k!llin
cuz our skin and now we drillin ideas
and f-ckin moving a mission
to find our peace for the millionth
to find our peace for the millionth
to find our peace for the millionth
hands up, dont shoot
hands up, dont shoot
hands up, dont shoot
hands up, dont shoot
stupid little b-tch, pop ya glock at me
i really f-cking wish you’d all find ya inner peace
love over hate cuz all stands will not fall
quick, i found a motherf-cker tryna shoot like
shoot, shoot, shoot, dont touch a n-gga
f-ck up out that suit, suit, suit if you really tryna change
get the waste out your brain, no more solace in the pain
rise, go up yo lane
jump in the spot might get you popped and
kickin our rocks will get you socked, yeah
step on our turf and we swingin at socks and
she givin me brain and im l!ckin the box
braniac, sloppin onna maniac
cruising in the pontiac, zooming with the seat back
ya mama, aunty, tapped that
go go got that gadget
lyrics like a hood b-tch who is gettin ratchet
f-cked her, thats the past tense
she got my d-ck up in her temple
im bussin like a pimple all up in her gorgeous pore holes, ugh

- smoke bomb

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