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letra de tefari diablo - tefari

[verse 1: tefari]
i’m a, pot finnatic
my mom thinks i’m an addict
closets getting full my skeletons are in the attic
(gasp)
asthmatic
i’m already a has been, if you ever hear this song then i guess i’m back to rappin i’m
kidnappin take a guess at what just happened yo? i stole the beat while the 12 year olds asleep man the devil wears polo, so f-ck merill street don’t make a beat in front of girls, i’m rollin the dice i drove her car off the bridge i guess i’m breaking the ice.. i’m pretty nice
but i think like a misogynist
my mind is pretty numb, no emotion when i f-cked a b-tch
she made me breakfast, then she read my next text
now she’s got a frying pan swinging from my kneecap
i thought my -ss was iron man, now i’m back in rehab
we have, just been makin music like a ski cap
it might be over your head, you can’t read that
f-cking sick man, they can’t treat that
shorty suckin d-ck and… i really need that
ooh
i had to stop the beat to say that line f-ck rap man, i can’t even make it rhyme
doin drugs movin life in my free time i gave that b-tch a ring pop, and asked her will she be mine?
started trippin caught her fallin off a cliff yo they say that if you love her then you gotta let that b-tch go
that’s what i did bro, i let the b-tch go
now all these motherf-ckers are callin me a sick joke
i guess yall don’t wanna laugh at it, drink till i’m yackin on my polo that’s a bad habit
i sell my soul, to the highest bidder, tried to call the devil but he told me it’s his time for dinner
and now i’m waitin on a call back, playing poker with german shepards and odd hats
now i hold the chips like a f-ckin tost-to put a red dot, in between your eyes sopranido motherf-cker
make your -ss change religions
foreign marijuana strapped to carrier pigeons.. yeah
so i get my bud from headwig
a b-tch who can put me first, i’ll share a bed with
your -ss deadweight, let me get my head straight
the kid spittin fire tryna peal off this lead paint
try and eat the chips boy you still can’t stomach me, this sh-t is all out war where do your drummers be?
where do the summers be some of yall just be huntin me, smokin weed we kickin it so tell me where your punters be?
whatd i tell you? no really.. what’d i tell you?
f-ckin vegetarian i’m eating portabellas
let me get some carrots man i swear i’m seeing morph now ima be on the track for better or for worse
they googling my lyrics like i can’t site a source
so most of yall dissin me prolly be in disbelief, can’t say sh-t like they’ve never seen a dictionry
ah f-ck i messed that up.. i meant dictionary
don’t be mad cause that b-tch said your d-ck looks scary (sh-t that can’t be good)
ain’t it funny how rap kee evolving? i’m a step ahead of the homie c darwin
the week when i survive droppin bars on these motherf-ckers buried alive
i think i’m very deprived, i’m a piece of bear sh-t with the cherry inside
hahaaaa
i guess

- tefari

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