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letra de swamp silence - tha god fahim

[intro]
uh
yeah, i don’t know who to trust, man
you know what i’m sayin’?
high ’til i f-ckin’ die, n-gga
i hate you n-ggas
check it, uh

[verse]
it’s first place or no place, no face, no case
favorite gat on my waist, it shoot a ghost outta sp-ce
my third eye radars is up, can feel it in the air like beams
the conflict over the wheat and the cream
more dope for y’all to lean, equip my jeans with steam
quarantine, isolate myself from f-ck n-gga movements
truck jewels got you foolish, spin you like a rubik’s
these n-ggas’ diamonds be cloudy and cubic
you look stupid, i’m dope boy fresh at all times
drinkin’ different kinda wines, my words is one-of-a-kind
pick a side, ’cause if you over there when we ride, you might die
the angel of death with white lies
laugh now, but later on, n-ggas might cry
it’s death before dishonor, so sorry, your honor
thirty clip karma, cannons bringin’ you drama
squeeze the whole mag out, shoot like mario chalmers
so stay out my way while i’m addin’ up commas
take my comets into futurama
you see, your future’s kinda not a day
your days is numbered, i could say
i want you n-ggas under the earth, you can’t stay
hand over pay, n-gga, this a stickup
i need the rings, the watches or beams is poppin’
money clip, keep the thompson
the blue and white team is watchin’, so move cautious
i got a team of bosses, randy mosses, uh
doin’ n-ggas in in the field
shoot your man and use your homeboy as a shield
if it’s real, it’s survival of the fittest, gat fitness
make your demise part of my wishes
i’m wilder than aliens, the forty on the ottoman
togglin’, ejectin’ missiles ’til i see you wobblin’
botherin’, holes in your body i’ll be authorin’
godbody raps and i’m f-ckin’ with a sorceress
this war sh-t is all about the money, yeah, of course it is
ride on my enemies, i’m swervin’ in them porsches-es
forcin’ it past the speed limit, what a horse it is
pull up to your motherf-ckin’ block and get to torchin’ sh-t
extortionist, i’ll be deadin’ n-ggas like abortionists
f-ckin’ with the god’ll have you goin’ through some horror sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about these rappers spittin’ boring sh-t
hollow tip, knot for this model b-tch, she model thick
marvelous wrist, they wonderin’ how i harvest it
legends worship my rap, knowin’ i spit the hardest sh-t
dump gawd

- tha god fahim

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