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letra de gotcha opin - the ill spoken

[intro: [?] & beedie]
[?] upstate boi
y’all already know
can we get anwar, [?]? can we get richy rich, osb? (ill spoken)
ayo, big shout to [?], man (how high, baby)
let’s wrap this sh-t up [?] (haha)
(ben bradley) stupid motherf-ckers (shout to [?])
ayo (let’s take ’em back)

[verse 1: beedie]
yeah, let’s get it on, like [?] switch it to everlong (to everlong)
it’s been a long time, but sh-t, i’ma get along
see, some cats nice, but some’ll just spit it wrong
you see me, in a minute i’m gone, what i’m on
you got sweet hips, b-tch, yeah, i l-st for that (l-st for that)
but the music do me right, she never fussin’ back (fussin’ back)
the game loves me, i love it back
i gets down with the sound all day, makin’ love to tracks (love to tracks)
girl, i ain’t tryna turn you down like that (like that)
i just wanna bring it, bring it round out back (out back)
the soundtrack smack, feel the bass drum thumpin’
bump into the grind, and i’ll dump it
it’s pumpin’ through my veins, that’s somethin’
runnin’ when it’s russian
i could work a job or make a hundred dollars hustlin’
that’s the choice that i make in this life i live
i wanna ball, f-ck a wife and kids, know what i’m sayin’?
[chorus: beedie & mac miller]
we got ya open from the contact, back with a bomb track (yo)
sh-t that be [?] y’all back
(duck down) duck down if you don’t wander with me
you f-ck around, then you done, [?] sucka mc’s
(duck down) yeah, don’t front, motherf-cker, don’t sleep
’cause i’m probably gon’ creep under covers (haha)
(duck down) yeah, they heard the rest but they ain’t heard us (yo)
they heard the track, asked him how he get away with murder (listen, yo, yo)

[verse 2: mac miller]
mac doesn’t play this, what they ask me to say
’cause i’ve been rappin’ since way, way back in the day
infant me that be spittin’ in my mom’s stomach
ooh, i be rollin’ up dutches, gettin’ blunted (that’s what’s up)
i was summoned to this earth with [?]
with dozens of blunts amongst a hundred different verses
messin’ with profession ’til i’m restin’ in my casket (yup)
blessin’ mics left and right, i’m rap’s [?]
gone from this hash, on some puff and puff and pass sh-t
ayo, this blunt’s [?] need to tell me where the ash is
sweet, sweet memory, beat and the melody
hip-hop is not defeatin’ all my enemies
but, me and beedie like luigi and mario
growin’ up, hip-hop bumpin’ through the stereo
look, what now? haters need to duck down (yup)
’cause me and beedie chillin’, posted above the ground
[chorus: beedie & mac miller]
we got ya open from the contact, back with a bomb track
sh-t that be [?] y’all back
(duck down) duck down if you don’t wander with me
you f-ck around, then you done, [?] sucka mc’s
(duck down) yeah, don’t front, motherf-cker, don’t sleep
’cause i’m probably gon’ creep under covers
(duck down) yeah, they heard the rest but they ain’t heard us
they heard the track, asked him how he get away with murder (murder)

[outro: beedie]
but they ain’t heard us
they heard the track, asked him how he get away with murder
yeah, uh, haha
yeah, man, dj diggz and rated r
this is how high: the mixtape, motherf-ckers, ya heard?
beedie and easy mac, man, what you gon’ do about it?
yeah, what up, fred dog?
peace to big will, dollar bill
charlie [?], what up, man? holdin’ it down in philly and sh-t
sh-t, y’all don’t know about the ‘burgh though, man
we comin’ up, for real
doin’ what the f-ck we do, ya heard?
what up? ayo

- the ill spoken

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