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letra de that's it? - thiago & miles powers

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[verse 1 – miles powers]
check yourself and check the record deal, ‘fore you sign it, who own the masters?
who on your ass, tell me you on but that’s it? that’s it? that’s it?
no money for your classics? that’s shouts to de la, man tommy boy fascist
let’s learn from the past let’s learn from the present, yall ain’t impressive

hollar right at me i’m proud of my message, all in my bag, i bottled my essence
throw me that baggie i’ll savor the dub, yall really f-ckin’ up flubbin’ your blessings, yeah
you called? need some help g? what’s wrong? come on, you call this an lp?
k!ll a mic / k!ller mike! sick as h-ll see, got “cancer 4 cure” like mr. el-p

[hook – thiago]
sit tight, up at chili’s eating big bites, getting messy need a wet wipe
from the mud that’s a dig site, come in dirty you get fixed right
auto hands i don’t pick fights, barber man get your wig sliced
for your boo boo blow a kiss bye, b-tch die yuh

[verse 2 – thiago]
pick a nice spot for the hill that you die on, one with a view of the bygones yeah
snakes ain’t speaking my language like python, i’ma drill it home like a rhydon yeah
every single track that i’m on is a fight song, palm of her hand with a knife drawn yeah
i can admit i fell off for a bit, but since i been back i been on all year

[verse 3 – miles powers]
so order right now get three for the price of one, i gotta write life down give me peace of mind
i’m on the mic right now and i’m nice enough, so hit the bandcamp link give at least a dime
for the sentiment bro, give a little love and i’m bettin’ it grow
never call it quits like letterman’s show, all of my chips in the center can’t fold

i ain’t took a breath in months, been caring too much, ‘bout the product, ‘bout this sh-t i do bruh
cross your eyes/i’s and dot your t’s and pop your p’s i’m done with being prudent, b-tch
i can admit i get hung up on little things, don’t you pity me, i am not bitter see
i got that drive got that hunger inside me, f-ck it i’ll ball till my number retired

[hook – thiago]

[verse 4 – thiago]
pucker up, lipstick on my neck i don’t rub it off, get bonked on your head like coconuts
it be feeling hanna-barbera, i cannot prepare you, i came here to f-ck it up
humana humana humana, they stay asking me why i got money huh?
’cause i only buy store brand, up&up, why i gotta act so what the f-ck?

i don’t shake hands no knuckle touch, skip them on a track like double dutch
cloud black like cumulus, you can hear the crack of the storm we thunderous
i just wanna eat my food, i don’t wanna cause no scene
why you gotta be so rude? if you really wanna talk to me then

[hook – thiago]
sit tight, up at chili’s eating big bites, getting messy need a wet wipe
from the mud that’s a dig site, come in dirty you get fixed right
auto hands i don’t pick fights, barber man get your wig sliced
for your boo boo blow a kiss bye, b-tch die yuh

- thiago miles powers

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