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letra de wtf is knuck? - spiff m3ylor

[intro]
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
if by now, you couldn’t tell i got bars
you gone know after this song
ugh

[verse: spiff m3ylor]
i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i have been wanting to do this beat for a minute
in the record shop picking out hits from 2010 and even (five!)
back when lil wayne was not the same and he knew how to (rhyme)
back when having xbox instead of playstation was a (crime!)
back when gucci was decent and ludacris was on his grind
so far back it’s on a fitted cap turned to the back of (my!)
head, upside down visor to the front
my timmy turners on
and burners were a last resort cuz jumping was a sport
listen up here n-gga i don’t really like saying things twice
ain’t nuthin’ bout my crew nice
on the mic man i kick it like a dyk-
you still prolly’ eat mike n’ ikes
your bed prolly’ freezin at night
think you fly but you flee from the fight
but besides of being high as a kite
one nicki minaj night
gotta put that m-th-f-ckin’ pill bottle down
not now, tryna’ kinda kick it with this honey (bun)
put it in my mouth spit the m-th-f-ckin’ rapper out
gotta go
other n-ggas ligaments are on the ground
i be pickin pickin, n-ggas off with a f-cking bow
here we go
never on the run, always on the go
i love older women
like 51 and down
take that cougar at the yoga gym and make her say “meow”
i grabbed my mom’s keys, hopped up in the old v and i started speeding
popped a pill of vicadin some valium only doing half of shady’s
dosage, nose started bleeding crashed into an old folks home
jump on a wheelchair went down some stairs dislocated a couple bones
cursin out old folks like i’m grown
i should put you on to the sh-t i’m on
take two of these now she’s taking the d
bout to fill her up like a tank on e
imagine the madness
what happened just happened
her booty clapping like we was watching aziz
now i got her scratchin like she was watching for flees
but she really just a fiend for my lyrical d
o.p.e
op be
best village in the m-th-f-ckin country
n-ggas in the hood always so quick to gun reach
got a shows at concordia my n-gga come see
and they say she a thot cuz she swallow c-m seed
but it’s cool cuz i gotta keep my matrese clean
what is happenening?
the f-ggot is rapping the radest with ease
attacking you f-ggots by going in cabninets
and lighting matches
till your body attract magets
like a magnet
of attraction
gotta have it
like a fat kid
at mcdonald’s
i’m mulatto
no i’m asian
no im light skin
no i’m dark skin
i’m a hybrid
a nit wit with a big d-ck in a chick fl!ck
where the b-tches won’t die
living with they best friend
livin on the west end
shoot out at mcdonald’s call that (servin and protecting)
(i just wanna take your clothes off)
like a m-th-f-ckin boyband
you can tell i’m bull sh-ttin where the p–per scooper at?
feeling really h-rny better hope you t shirt isn’t read
better check his pulse making sure your homie isn’t dead
leave him full of dread, guess that better than it being lead
never smoking, never chokin n-ggas puffin on that reg
give em heart problems like red fox
i’m at it again
(give you a knuckle sammich’ my n-gga!!)

- spiff m3ylor

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