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letra de fytb? - thamonster

[chorus]
come to the city, they serving the villains
play with my kin and get early dismissal
ain’t no way that you’ll be dodging this missile
close range stepping, not worried bout a pistol
i keep on breaking the back of her sister
i keep on having this smoke in my system
i keep on walking with limps, i be tilting
i been on what y’all ain’t on, y’all be tripping

[verse]
forget it, i’m ‘bout to give y’all h-ll
forget it, i’ll make her whole house smell
forget it, bought her a chain, don’t tell
not kidding, i’m locked in the stu’ with no bail
i’m with it, can’t ever lowball myself
i’m not at the top but can’t top my health
i can’t be jumping with the rocks i feel
bruisе on my chest, i still dive like phеlps (huh)
i just wanna know what y’all been talking bout
down for a fight like i live at the waffle house
flipping a sample, i’m turning it down and out
forget a budget, lil’ shawty, i’m balling out
me and my crew taking yards in the parking spots
walked in the store, got a bag and a soda pop
i don’t like dropping, i don’t like to talk a lot
i don’t like rappers, don’t like to talk to the cops
on my whole family, i’ll never back down
if he want smoke, promise he can get shut down
me and my kind, promise we don’t ever f-ck ’round
i got my blade, it’s in the back, tucked down
ain’t no internet talking, you gon’ hear my sounds
cause i been a vet, cutting bricks on the d-mn couch
if my parents knew, i would get kicked out the house (kicked out the)
shouldn’t tell the truth, but said i’ll be honest to god (oh my)
i can’t back down (hoo)
he done thought it was up, ended back down (hoo)
triple h on ya girl when i smack down (hoo)
you don’t really want nothing, you not that child
don’t come round here just thinking you that wild
some my buddies move work like they stack tiles
some my buddies gon’ shoot like a tech foul
when i get famous, i gotta move out the south
3rd beat the charge so we gotta make heat again
3am on the desk, ain’t no sleeping in (i’m sayin’)
t got back his get back, we done finished him (i’m sayin’)
man, it could’ve been worse, swear it could’ve been-
[chorus]
come to the city, they serving the villains
play with my kin and get early dismissal
ain’t no way that you’ll be dodging this missile
close range stabbing, not worried bout a pistol
i keep on breaking the back of her sister
i keep on having this smoke in my system
i keep on walking with limps, i be tilting
i been on what y’all ain’t on, y’all be tripping (ah, yeah)

- thamonster

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