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letra de d'evils - son gypsy

verse 1: son gypsy

walk with god, run with trouble
to be modest im sick of being humble
thats to say to be honest im sick of seeing double
what it is and what it should be
never gave a f-ck, take a look at where it took me
since they never understood me they could never overlook me
smoking out the benz, only twenty twin sipping gyppy gin
ain’t got many friends so the dividends never end
stressful getting repo’d as the leaf blow
never had a silver spoon now my t–th gold
you never know what the police know
and people will do anything for a c-note
the weed smoke the only thing that relieves hoe
so leave hoe
i don’t need another b-tch, i need a speedboat
just another young god in d’evils
way a chopper chop em down its medieval
i don’t really like guns, i just need those
seems those the tactics that we get in to
loving, l-sting for power…the sh-t is sinful
you can never sell your soul if you live in spirit
to be clear its…no good and evil when it comes to feeding people
i call it living, you call it illegal
like what the f-ck is pigeons next to eagles?
thats n-ggas next to regals
and im a gold god next to smeegle
always in the beach so im stepping over seagulls
peeped the mindset of the king and the people
so from a god’s mind there ain’t no mothaf-cking equal
p-ss me that evil

if you don’t burn kush i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems and a blunt for each one

- son gypsy

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