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letra de local flame - the psychedelic tribe

[verse 1: haze]
you walk across bridges i built
you say you independent but you called me for help
what would you do without me and my team
on the scene with two guns and a cop r.i.p
whip whip ride around the city little itty bitty paranoia hitting
everybody lookin’ at me
ain’t no body wanna see me
i’m surprised they haven’t k!lled me
i’m just chilled with the honeys
and a little bit of money in my pocket
like that
ride to the side of the street
looking thirsty for prosper to be
and we rise to the beat
and we spit with an accuracy
it ain’t nothin’ to me
you know me and my team
we stay running in streets
gives no f-cks bout police
dem’ boys suck like a leech
and you know i defeat
come follow me and the crew tpt

[verse 2: k.lin]
so tpt back
producing some music
right here in the lab
the chemicals spilling
while you on the couch
n-gg- we making a k!llins
the season’s the movement
you ask how we do this
start digging graves
cause no one is safe
sit the f-ck down
and enjoy my parade
at the end of the day
it’s time to go home
shit, a n-gg- walking back to the thrown
guess it’s back to the hood
heading back to the crib
where n-gg-s b-tch about
if you a crab or a snitch
if you down for the set
saving every penny to get out of this shit
i’ll pour a gl-ss of henny when i’m out of this b-tch
dawg
yea psychedelic tribe
and we k!ll all
better pray to ya lord
cause we k!ll all

[verse 3: b-mmy drew]
look around and i see so many k!llas
so many drug dealers
that don’t wanna f-ck around
if i don’t talk then b-tch do not speak
notice that i’m rapping without a beat
yo best shit is the shit that i feast for dinner
you say you going big but i see you getting thinner
instead of doing all that chit chat you should get to writing n-gg-
dip in the whip and i pick up the tribe
all of these rappers man they in disguise
they f-cking with b-tches that know what our name is
you talking to her but she shop at a payless
get a motherf-cking deal with the b-tch
ride around see some shit never snitch
if you down for the ride better equip your pistol and aim at a pig
because nowadays everyone die
everyone lie
so i got my tribe right by my side
cause who knows what rides by
it might be a k!ller inside
waiting for you motherf-cka
once you die
everyone will be accustomed
uh
f-ck you and your holy ghost
grab it by the motherf-cking throat
make you die again
got a gun and it’s fully loaded with my sins
got a gun and it’s fully loaded with my sins

- the psychedelic tribe

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