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letra de warlord leather - the alchemist

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]
dipped and writ his own ransom
chest full of spliffs told the b-tch it was cancer
hit the road for some months
for the fan in the front row, getting punched out
screaming “whoa” with his hands up
the glorious b-st-rd is back
in that hoodie like a vein that collapsed ’cause it’s black
sittin’ shotty in the mazda, pack cover lap and his
his daddy like an answer, ‘cause he never had one
eyes all low on account of what the gr-ss done
higher than the masten
five star telly, nice belly on the bad one
heavy with the raps way ’cause a n-gga chip ’em out
be really what attract the b-tches
switchin’ brackets with the taxes never actin’ different
boney n-gga think he’s thin, kind of baggy
with some n-ggas that be trappin’, shippin’ packages
their cake is up
got my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch
now i’m at the waldorf stressin’
fidget with the zipper on the warlord leather
whisky with the spliff, because it goes more better
why bench him if he’s scoring under full court pressure

[interlude: action bronson]
(coughing)
put me in coach
put me in coach
i got this man i’m on fire tonight
telling you
uh

[verse 2: action bronson]
your b-tch p-ssy smells like sway’s hat
i’m like swayze mixed with sajak, in a straight jacket
aim the iron at your facial bracket
you can’t escape great magic
my mind make the fishes swim in strange patterns
drift in the beige satin
switchblades, new face, get the face tatted
inside my lungs look shattered
hanging backwards off a ladder
ebt card got my baby momma face on it
big checks with my name on it, put my name on it
my face is on the pen, cause i’m a g
looking for some other sh-t, send ’em down the street
can’t even compute on how much i spent on then retreat
i spent up about a 11,000 yen just on the feet
another 27,000 yen just for the heat
play the guitar with my t–th (yeyeyeye-ya)
coach called him off the bench, told his -ss to sit down
motherf-cker you were picked up in the sixth round
throw him in the tub that’s filled with hot sauce
i’m laid back, gettin’ sucked, eatin’ nachos

[outro]
you know it’s me motherf-cker
you know it’s me
and it’s me again
dinosaur legs in the building
yo, gary! turn that sh-t up, i can’t hear it motherf-cker

- the alchemist

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