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letra de act like - styles p

[verse – styles p]
this sh-t act like you ain’t live that life
see me on the concrete them sl!cker than black ice
no one wanna touch me just like a crack pipe, maybe a dope needle
motherf-cker told you ghost evil
i’ll leave you over there
i know the value of a rolled tissue back of chips, soda in a loafer bread
i’m still reminiscing
.45 in a denim cause i notice snakes
gotta lotta venom in em
thats a fact not a premonition
used to dealing with boys, lil n-gga
this the men edition
looking at the clock like when
cause i feel it in the air like when
or its the air that thin
or its the bullet like a song
i can hear that spin
must be something in the air
or something goin’ around
cause i feel so sick like someone’s holding me down
f-ckin’ with these clowns when there’s ain’t no circus out
hit yo block when there ain’t no workers out
murk n-ggas that i’m murking out
and i can’t feel inhale, exhale and purple out
and if you square, what you circle about?
cause every crew got k!llers
why dont you pull few (?) out
im talking wide sh-t but im high right
lot of y’all fly but you just can’t fly right
hit the wrong block again get shot on our sight
this is my life like (?)
my hood shoot guns like they shoot pictures at paramount
im blowing marijuan’ n-ggas moving heroin’
knockin’ biggie on the corner with they barrels on
i could go on motherf-ckin’ flow on
i lay the blueprint out on the table and cut the blow on
if i dont carry the 3 i got 4 on
kidnap you and your b-tch with the soul on
[verse – sheek louch]
without the basketball, im a globetrotter
now i dont need to ask someone
when i speak ima done dotta
show me a n-gga hotter than donnie the enchilada
i jump out the mirada
clap em out if its the prada
i pull up with the ak this payday
b-tches all around me like its for the love of ray j
used to be the underdog, now im just the under dog
its hotter than your lil sons, (?)
feel me though, really though
you dont want the god to blow
have n-gga ballin n-ggas hoping my (?) go
he ain’t want nothing with these bars
i finished their career and have them dancing with the stars
i pull up in these cars, sp-ceship lookin sh-t
lil kids looking like i came down from mars
whatup my people, still bumping sequel
wave the d-eagle like a n-gga think its legal
if b.i.g was alive this would be the remix
but he’s not so rest in peace, if he out the ditch

- styles p

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