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letra de ferg pt. ii - street kult

dirty:
i’m so over sober me
i take drugs till they notice me
no hope for me stuck in between
who i’m not and who i’m supposed to be
broken dreams and dopamine
keep hold of me
kept it real and they over me
no one wants zach they want dirty z
f-ck it yuh
this what yall wanted
dropped some real sh-t but still n0body bought it
f-ck being honest it bring me no profit
but bangers on bangers stay fillin my wallet
you want it you got it i’ll do you a solid and stop it
treat you like my b-tches and drop it
this one for the people who thought that i lost it
put metal to dome and i threaten to c-ck it
if n0body cares, f-ck being humble
real wild boy, b-tch i came from the jungle
i’m gone off a bottle my vision is doubled
i’m ready to fight p-ssy boy wanna tussle
the team rollin deep and they ready to rumble
now he in trouble
f-ck it, i’m tired of talking
tell that lil b-tch to pipe down or she getting the muzzle
b-tch, hussle
terry:
say something to me
that’ll get me out the backseat
say that you want me
when i need to get it past me
past times help me brush it off
till it’s payday
pretty boy stunna
now you really gonna hate me

i woke up today with a v on my chest
and i feel like a vendetta
put my thoughts on a rollercoaster
buckle up, no control in this weather
put a lotta work into my confidence
since i was just a setter
now you wanna kick me off my pedestal
let me live and make me better
i’m just doin my own thing i need a shot to make it feel right
try to stray away but then the nicotine just hit right
holding on to sh-t that makes it hard to f-ckin breathe right
passin me the shmeezy baby only way i feel right
running to the liquor when i need a little courage
running to the money when i need a little purpose
running to the green when i need a little face lift
got too many thoughts and there ain’t a lotta sp-ce left
sp-cewalk:
chest pains
i need air, i need downers
gimmie something
light a white cigarette on your porch, stay
take a trip i escaped through your hallway
and it’s catching up with me i got them
chest pains
i need air, i need downers
gimmie something
light a white cigarette on your porch, stay
take a trip i escaped through your hallway
and it’s catching up with me i got them

terry:
please take it easy
i need you to say it’s ok
i wish you could see me now
keep me in the picture i don’t wanna fade away
i know the liquor made me feel like everything would be ok
i need a cigarette to match the pain i felt the other day
i hope you call me but i know that i’ll just look the other way
i know that

sp-cewalk:
i can’t skip your calls i had to block them
that’s the f-cking issue we brought out eachother’s problems
i don’t even miss you but i hope you got someone that you can talk to
delirious in boston
you probably think i’m heartless
chest pains
coerced it out of my head
i swear that i’m done with you this time
please take it easy im tryna forget
please take it easy on me
chest pains
i need air, i need downers
gimmie something
light a white cigarette on your porch, stay
take a trip i escaped through your hallway
and it’s catching up with me i got them

- street kult

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