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letra de till we die - spose & cam groves

[spose]
guess who’s back in the place to be
baking like pastries, not from the block but rock, we never stop
where in april it’s eight degrees, you’re spitting make believe
another addition to nonfiction in rap, groves and spizzle is back
another hit of the backwoods tracks, a hit of sizzle and crack
small business from rapping in maine, count the cash on the floor
i did the tour then flew back on a plane

[cam groves]
holy cr-p he’s insane with that rapping st–ze
i keep it raw from the sticks like i’m j-panese
and i’m known to make you laugh, f-cking slap your knees
so don’t stall with the piff, homie p-ss the trees
i keep it cracking never fizzle with the p-ssion
i scribbled it on a napkin and lived it and made it happen
bring the heat like a fireplace
we some permanent markers while you dry erase

[spose]
i run a van enterprise, fam, cam by my side
my plan is the sky, they’re like “d-mn, sh-t is fly”
i march fourteenth for my hand full of pine
need some sand in my ride, getting tan, getting high
ice on my gutter no ice on my wrist
spose, cam groves, we’re back and you’re a b-tch
rap in the twilight, cash in my eyesight
cats give ’em dabs give ’em pabst miller high life

[cam groves]
couple beers, margaritas i’m fine
spose grab the tequila while i’m squeezing the lime
these emcees so deceiving, don’t believe in they lines
but we a couple heathens, got no reason to lie
this is for the people were here since day one
all the haters we won over to watch ’em play dumb
when i grab the mic, got the sauce like a1
me and spose stick together like cops and they guns

[hook: spose & cam groves]
i could make you a beat, i could make you a house
she wanna add you to spose, wanna make me her spouse
she want it off the top then i’m taking her blouse
i got a tattoo of crows, i get ’em raving i’m out
we been getting fly since 2005
we learned how to thrive, thought we’d drown, we survived
when the cash multiply, stuck together won’t divide
’till we stop, ’till we lie, ’till we drop, ’till we die

[cam groves]
ten years later smoking chronic
we smoked it all four, still know i got it
spose made the beat so the flow’s psychotic
my sh-t stay smooth like it’s probiotics
way too many rhymes in stock like nasdaq
in fact we’re bad-ss and back like dad hats
back and forth like a pitcher and catcher
we keep the listeners guessing the way we st-tch it together

[spose]
i mean i don’t recall what it’s like to have a boss
step off stage with my mic and grab a scotch
drugs, girls, money last time i had a loss
slam pig’s starting to look like nicki manaj
you know my att-tude is bringing tubes to lace
you misconstrued the take who the dudes is great
while you fabricated numbers all you dudes is fake
your career turning sh-t, it’s like some food you ate

[cam groves]
we’re putting in the time that you losers waste
you dudes are too high, need to boost the b-ss
popped too many xans, finna lose the race
so if you can’t rap, tattoo your face
it’s funny what people do for fame
it’s like they lose they shame when they choose a lane
and i don’t want to sound too abusive, mane
but you dudes should learn how to tie a noose and hang

[spose]
it’s like my dog flipped around went god on these cats
yelling “don’t k!ll ’em” went too hard on these cats
i’ve been selling merch, visa, mastercard on these cats
taking swings tryna knock it out the yard on these bats
first type miracle, curse like kyrgios
earth might burn, better learn life dirigo
i’m just tryna get my son raised like mysterio
off the top row, cloud of smoke, groves, here we go

[cam groves]
on the mic stay sick like venereal
ever since tri-b-ss what’s the scenario
fans keep our record spinning like a carousel
at the highest volume when we’re coming out your stereo
six six six minutes we’re on
i got a meeting with the devil ’bout completing this song
and nowadays kids are taught that competing is wrong
i’ll compete ’till every emcee breathing is gone

[hook: spose & cam groves]
i could make you a app, i could make you a house
she wanna add you to spose wanna make me her spouse
she want it off the top then i’m taking her blouse
this is we smoked it all four, wrote this sh-t on the couch
we been getting fly since 2005
we learned how to thrive, thought we’d drown, we survived
when the cash multiply, stuck together won’t divide
’till we stop, ’till we lie, ’till we drop, ’till we die

- spose cam groves

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