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letra de at your service - thato saul & tyson s.t

off that block
i’m gon get that guap
got that heat i drop my feet i drop
this that classic drop
leaning back like joc
coffin drop, liquor pour on top
get your gushy got
she p-ssy pop, your b-tch throw me box
rip that box
push out that shop
my heart got that shock
my sh-t beat and jump i’m not no chump
beef i keep that chunk
saw my n-gga shuck
yea come get your thot
roddy ricch no swat
i put stick inbox
i watch for opps
i watched rivals drop
none of they sh-t hot
its not so sweet
pistols under seat
lost inside that sea that sh-t i speak
is from sh-t i see
my eyes never sleep
michael jackson reach
boy i’m kidding never land with demons please
skinny jeans too tight for me
i’d never think you packing heat
i keep that heat
i was bred like wheat
saw my mommas weep i felt that heap
i’m gon’ sow and rеap
the west did a sweep
my tempo hеated
i send them to jesus
there’s no beef i’m leaving
action season, check the stats this weekend
get a plan or beat it
my n-gga oh
deep inside my soul
i’m inside my zone i got that sown
been solid as stone
since a little scone
yea i’m loving few
conversations through
what they take from you just making room
if you can’t love me too
i’ll fill my plate with food
i keep that ace
been kicked up that pace
all that sh-t i lace is not a phase
this been more than days
i’m lost in my daze
im like what’s the use
im dropping buckets too
buffet tables turned to breakfast too
your boy comfortable
money don’t f-ck with you
its been my fate
them boys been so fake
n-ggas let that fame break up that frame
felt inside my vein
speak i don’t refrain
shrock
you a clown in a box ass n-gga
never been out the house ass n-gga
and me an saul are some thug ass n-ggas
for gods sakes for syba an these are the last scriptures
you b-tch ass n-gga
i drop this bomb
for the net dot com
for that sh-t thats calm i left it gone
you want smoke then come
sh-ll case out that gun
these nike kicks
kicked over some cliques
these ain’t little fl!cks i really rips
swing my hands like pimps
got no fear for simps
shook n-ggas dont belong on my corner
my hearts really breaking when n-ggas die every quarter
running from karma quick until it caught up
they aim straight at your belly b-tton to shake your lil core up
you n-ggas looked at teli like he was burning bridges
i saw it as adidas, some stripes, my n-ggas earning stitches
this is recreational purposes
motivated by thugs inspirational surfaces
i’m what a furnace is
i pull up my motor roll up
bottom connection like a v the circle 360 we like motorola
corny rappers flake when we bowl up
bloodshed quick theres no ebola
i’m only colder my homie called up my phone to pull up at tsc
we gon need coma the opps got it good like 4 leaf clover
its just a lesson
thato saul is a blessing
if i’m the one and you know then why 012 should be stressing
sh-t is easy
mandela cash money i’m a cutter for like i’m weezy
the only ghostwriter queen twerk needed
the only ghostwriter that queen twerk should let beat it
they won’t seat us in
the real speakers in
never seek us in tlc the only pick me up is hector pietersen
you n-ggas fall victim
when we play house only i evict them
dogs know that i michael vick them then i stay posted
beast of the east best of west like i was coast-to-coasted
did you fav dirty the game i grossed it
the crowds hyping you up dont you believe these dont stops
cause if i rap my ass off i’m sure to even need botox
when sh-t is hitting fan you’ll be getting to see all your true colours
keep a couple of gunners
when you hit the hood for some commas
yeah
pockets looking like feds might stop the whip i pulled up in
cheques got rounds like eggs don’t know much when
snakes start prowling in that grow cut sh-t
heads come round again you no function
check every corner every chip on my block
rep getting longer when the beat don’t stop
s-x marijuana hennessey my lot
i see my crop
of the cream got opps
check every corner every chip on my block
rep getting longer when the beat don’t stop
s-x marijuana hennessey my lot
i see my crop
of the cream got opps

- thato saul tyson s t

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