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letra de combat firing - sweet t

[intro]
(goddamit, sweet, this f-cker’s good)

[verse 1]
if you think i’m falling off, prepare to be disappointed
i’m the archdeacon of speaking, i’ve just been anointed
i got shooters appointed outside my appointments
i stay applying pressure, all you apply is ointment
i’ll crucify my opp, i’m archaic
when the feds pull me over i speak in arabic
i’ll bring your empire to a quick end
i be blowing fire and bringing in them quick ends
chilling with the bad b-tch and her thick friends
i’ll put the clipper to your head broad day like [?]
you got that mcdonald’s hat, the buffs are my uniform
before you see me lacking, you’ll probably see a unicorn
a hundrеd hoes in my crib like the [?]
i bеat the block up like i was writing in cuneiform
bars so hot, you’d think i live on the equator
i’m rapping and trapping, i used to be a skater
yeah, this b-tch a peabrain but that booty like a [?]
she sat on my bed and left it with the crater
big strap on my lap named “the mediator”
and i don’t take no sh-t like [?]
you know i’m built like screech so my chop built like slater
if you think i’m not popping, you’re clearly just a hater
every time i hit the mic i talk courageous
i’ll infect your ho’s playlist, i think i’m contagious
snuck the bl!ck in the club like it’s fallout new vegas
and the mag’ in my pocket longer than your shoelaces
you can’t even speak like me, i’m on my own type of frequency
cool, calm, and collected with a hint of delinquency
knocking hoes down, i do it frequently
then bust it forty yards like i don’t got no decency
[verse 2]
they think i’m ’bout to flop and fall but i doubt it
you be playing with that money, you don’t know sh-t about it
i’ll buy a new gun before i buy a fancy outfit
bl!cky on me in the p-sser, i don’t go nowhere without it
it’s undeniable the way i’m rhyming is maniacal
you could oppose sweet but logically it isn’t viable
scratch the serial on full reliable, i’m not liable
down bad for you is fitting, for me, it ain’t appliable
down for for you’s the norm, for me, i’m just escaping
i’m a legend in the making, i keep the speakers quaking
when your girl hears me my voice she knows to get it shaking
if you think i’m not him then you must be mistaken

- sweet t

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