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letra de the master's poetry - ssb gang

[part i]

[intro: souljadatap]
this the first song we ever did
so, i hope you enjoy

[verse 1: souljadatap]
ceo of the better consumption
magic box, 8-wheeler, when they roll, they all bussin’
schoolchildren talkin’, my dog isn’t barking
lupe and my youth is like a gap tooth in your room
and dirt is like all of my roots
complex to many, no excuse
my mary couldn’t catch the dust, i leave her up, then it’s the crust
baby, my problem is unconscious
xv eruption, talk that sh-t
like you just hit a crit
my sleepy ass don’t got it all
sh-t don’t matter, it was long
this the song, and this the dong
unfortunate, young gold, sick and bold
rocking bald
judgeships might grow
starships, nicki on that sh-t, look cold
gomez, benny, uh
sip henny, uh
bottles, bottles, poppin’ bottles
goin’ crazy, funny clowns
just know, in snow
we glow, stay grown
my crocs drippy
alligator dudes with some guns, they freaky
summoning allah, call me god, you in coma
i like them goku in bahamas, frankie ocean t’s, pyjamas
4k, hurricane, baby mamas, they late
cocaine tastes lame
drove sh-t like in may
crow black, no stripes
on sight, no white
cs, that strike
family is the only thing that is important in your life
just know
[segue: superaboi]
f-ck it, done that and this
okay

[part ii]

[verse 2: superaboi]
p-ssy on that lap
p-ssycat, we might collab
hit the lowest, made me like lois
fake situations, they call it no patience
there’s fire, call the firefighters, holy king, this choir
disabled, your bag is fumbled
and mumbled, your fishing crumbles, it stumbles
pigeon n-ggas in paris
hilton, but negative necklace
i f-ck around, this that stacking
that tells a story of texas
stop playin’ with me, b-tches
lambo, won a ‘rari, i don’t wan’ no competitions
staple cut off a rebel
cable, broken table
norf norf, i burn, burn like i’m vince staples
uh, in flames
how could you get so lame?
my bulletproof is laced
my kush is decent, wait
f-ck understanding
boi
[part iii]

[verse 3: big votie]
yo, big v here
topdown, big wheels, not the bentley
huh, i bet the juice made me go goose
made me probably go loose
i find out that it’s true
poetry, calm down with that melafine
ab got that dc with that men-supreme
no pimp, no nights with jimmy falloon
stay mad, uber drivers get burgers, fam
grow up, you know
i wake up every morning, say “golf makes dope”
listenin’ to some ambitions, riders kicking idols
turning them to a lighter, now it’s like street fighter
votie

- ssb gang

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