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letra de no. 8 - statik selektah

[intro: conway]
yeah, you know who the f-ck it is
y’all n-gg-s p-ssy man
i see it
no wonder you walk around f-ckin’ mad all day, you broke!

[verse 1: conway]
ayo, statik selektah
i got these n-gg-s strappin’ their vest up
b-tch n-gg-s get to talkin’, then i’m grabbin’ the heckler
my og’s said, don’t let these rap n-gg-s stress ya, uh
especially a n-gg- you had under pressure
the mac on the dresser, it had a compressor
so you don’t hear sh-t when it clappin it wet ya
out we lurkin’ all day, and if i happen to catch ya, two things – black bag or a stretcher
i’m back and i’m fresher, never been to college, nah
never had a professor, but i just got a package from hector, whoa
i’m straight n-gg-, writing down a set of weight n-gg-
but i’d rather be in the studio going apes n-gg-
you just a rapper, stay in your place n-gg-
before i had the goons blickin at your wraith n-gg-
stay in your lane and be safe, n-gg-
or get hit with the 30 in the face, n-gg-

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, no soul b-tch sold my sh-t
your pockets got holes, i guess your cheese all swiss
let me squeeze tech got it running like boat, n-gg-
white stripes on the fatigue coat
fear of god high tops
my rhyme’s got a clean [?]
[?] time stop
i never idolized no n-gg-, never!
never been shook of no n-gg-, never!
took over the phones in the building
18th street stabbed the n-gg- a million times
i’ve seen it with my own eyes
he lost a bet on the giants
all you seen was chunks of that n-gg- flyin’
no co’s, somebody need to mop the sh-t up

[verse 3: termanology]
ayo, it’s a stick up
i’m in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid
every word i spat is cl-ssic, ratchet in the lavish fashion
i turn a shooter to a moving target
trying to cop a louis carpet
when i do this shopping for this new apartment
the leather mcm bag, it got dabs in it
molly, percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it
i’m just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle
rappers is broke, i’m going home to a naomi campbell
virgin mary in my bed with a holy candle
holy water in my bathtub with gold roman sandals
i’ll rock a room but i’ll be rockin’ all across the globe
but rewind i had a stocking on ready to rob your gold
i’m quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee
monogram gucci, jacuzzi, now that’s a future movie
i’m benny blanco with a weapon running by the train
silencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins
hopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains, clocked a lot of fame
and you lil p-ssy boys not the same
100 bottles in a week, celebrating life
gave the door man $100 just to shake the ice
p-ssy, i’ll take your life from you with the rusty eight
earthquake your soul when i’m busting with this russian k
selling eight b-lls your boy made a ton of cake
now we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this no. 8

- statik selektah

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