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letra de till we die - the righteous villains productions

[group tag: aids]
the righteous villains productions, you heard?

[hook: aids and scotty trvppin]
kids from the 65, trvp till we die [till we die, till we die, till we die, till we die]
kids from the 65, trvp till we die [till we die, till we die]
kids from the 65, trvp till we die [till we die, till we die, till we die, till we die]
kids from the 65, trvp till we die [till we die, till we, till we, till we die]

[verse 1: scotty trvppin]
from the 65, state of mind like man f-ck the 65
the jury got my wrist tied, cause of a fist fight
got me thinkin’ bout that missed flight
styrofoam cup with the mix like
grabbin’ on her t-ts tight
light the pipe then i float like a kite
man i k!ll em on sight
brown boy rockin’ off-white
i can’t right my wrongs but i guess that’s alright
i like my lean poured right
boy i just might
sock you out your socks
then i hit you with the milly rock
these silly c-cks sittin’ i’m a standing goose
the name on my denim jacket lookin’ like blues’ clues
you’ll never see my crew lose
congrats on your new shoes
y’all throwin’ dollar bills
i’m just droppin’ my cents like 2 two’s
now they like [yea man, sick track!]
shut the f-ck up bout your this that
i ain’t worried bout your diss tracks
i’m just stockin’ up my zig zags
momma sorry bout my wrist tat
20/20 on my third eye your vision pitch black
you can have your b-tch back
she was just a quick snack
she play you like polignac
b-tch cut you off, like snip-snap

[verse 2: ferzzone]
ssssh! listen
very closely my lyrics soul upliftin’
i was sent down to this earth to complete a mission
3 of us our minds collaborate like a nuclear fission
handin’ out prescriptions, i’m a bootleg clinician
tell your b-tch to bend over like a house physician[bend over b-tch]
pull up straight to the concert to perform, no audition
listen closely our words are your brain’s nutrition
started off as a p-ssion
converted to my religion
spittin’ the twisted fiction
aways stickin’ to rhythm
forever will be driven
mind’s no more imprisoned
cookin’ fire in the kitchen
shootin’ up with precision

[verse 3: aids]
call me mr.manson without the conviction
your b-tch droolin’ it’s a groupie convention
sh-t’s sparked up like an open connection
i’m climbin’ to the top everest progression
this sh-t just ain’t my profession
it’s what i hang around my neck like your b-tch’s fashion
peace to the nation, one of god’s greatest creation
dui no alcohol salutation
this sh-t’s so fire someone call the fire station
h-ll, where i came from this is vacation
papa smurf spiked my drink with the secret potion
that sh-t would’ve cured cancer if he dropped it in the ocean
waited too long i’m done
lost my godd-mn patience
spittin’ in a room with zero ventilation

[verse 4: scotty trvppin]
no ventilation, room full of precipitation
here’s a middle finger, f-ck your rotation
f-ck this nation i ain’t feeling they vibrations
take this as my resignation
i’m flying in my sp-ceship thinking w no ration
we don’t want no conversation
this sh-t is motivation for the young hustlers still on probation, f-ck being basic
by the time i’m done i’ll have the whole generation screaming f-ck the federation

- the righteous villains productions

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