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letra de mash up - swank daddy

[part 1]
up jump the boogies to the boogies in the boondocks
nosebleed latitude, gone off some moon rocks
fish across the board, juiced up, call me 2pac
castle on that ass, now the king’s in the cool spot
game getting rolled up, rooks to the center lane
how many dead bodies can a ninja entertain?
old mr. center mane, anything that winter gain
on the road, down the brake, cold as h-ll, it in the rain

[instrumental interlude]

[part 2]
ain’t no way, ain’t no way
ain’t no way you could see me, baybay!
ain’t no way, ain’t no way
ain’t no way you could see me, baybay!

[part 3]
i throw my money round but i ain’t got none
don’t that make it sound? i’ll clip you with this pop gun
yeah, that’s some rеal ones, but b-tch, you’re not one
go do what you must, don’t wait until thе cops come
see, it’s a new day but i still smell them old ways
i’m bad with bullsh-t like i’m bad with foreplay
we blind our whole day, cashing out like oj
marks would swear i was born on a cold day
accidentally f-cked around and smoked a whole j
do what you’re told, man, them moves were made for dope kind
get off my nuts, grow your own, you can’t hold mine
we turn the swindle to a door, then it’s go time
now they like “oh man, not another sold man”
the train is empty than his mood, that’s the program
you are until you’re not, we go until we’re stopped
and if you’re blessed to set tomorrow, know it’s coming hot
ain’t too much on my mind today, even though i’m reaching
if i felt the need to fly away, i probly would be sleeping
if i could really find a place where bullsh-t wasn’t creeping
i would cop a squat, roll up a joint, and get to chiefing
i’m kicking back, laughing at these clowns beefing
just left a mark and got some apricots and peaches
two hours from the mountains, two hours from the beaches
got a couple fruits that’ll leave a n-gga speechless
some cool connections, to h-ll with depression
some corners and captions waiting to be erected
time will only tell if his men will be connected
i could never tell a soul cuz words don’t do it justice
we let it grow but sometimes we cut the edges
some people call you fragile, other people call you precious
a million ways to get it with just a couple exits
huh, you better check it, uhh, you better check it

- swank daddy

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