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letra de braille - thorb

[chorus]

yeah i don’t really care how they look (ay)
feelin’ like i’m mark twain read em like a book (god)
wolfgang puck, i be feelin like a cook (cook)
throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook

[verse 1: thorb]

yeah i got em locked up when i ain’t never bail
ya ain’t gotta see me to feel me, i’m like braille
left ya bag open i don’t never like stale
shawty don’t skate, but i think i might rail
tony hawk with the 900
me i skate when i’m bored though
prolly from a rich b-tch that only givin’ poor throat
suicide beats like a lamborghini door go
imma catch a body if they don’t listen to thorb though
go, stupid
aerodynamic, no cupid
pass em in a drop top, roofless
i be campaigning, i’m presidential in all of this
but i ain’t tryna hop on this mother f-cker for politics
i be, rappin’ for dinero like robby
ride it while i smoke
shake and bake, rick bobby
balance on a high beam, i be a bit foggy
issa gulag and i’m never kicked from this lobby ugh
and i don’t gotta write, they’ll defend that
i been kinda over ink like a pen cap
man and i don’t wanna talk my sh-t
but a nurse on my b-lls, not to cough lil b-tch
i’m a good, criminal
took it to the max, y’all minimal
never took a sip of my pinnacle
promise everybody i body it’s not cynical
it’s my bad i’m made in a lab i’m so clinical yuh
better pop off
yeah you like a hooker from boston with lockjaw
never got the chance for blowin’ the sox off
seen a lotta holes in defeat so i’m winnin’ with crocs off, hey (hey)
whatchu got (whatchu got)
everything ya cook i don’t even need to touch to know it isn’t hot
i blew ya cover off, get a different pot
and welcome to my lane, pick a different spot
[chorus]

yeah i don’t really care how they look (ay)
feelin’ like i’m mark twain read em like a book (god)
wolfgang puck, i be feelin like a cook (cook)
throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook

[verse 2: thorb]

yeah i got em all day
did this sh-t the hard way
tell me that ya ride, but ya never in they car play
i just get ya barbie
hit her next door like the party
think i’d let the fools ball, b-tch i ain’t a arcade nah
more like james bond with a bomb
that’ll blow with the flow so these waters they ain’t calm
i be cookin’ up a picture da vinci don’t paint on
that’s coated in napalm, i don’t know what to say mom, but
ya made like this
guess it’s my genes we don’t make em like b-tch
swear i got a shawty that don’t even like pics
tell me that her left side’s better like twix
now she goin’

[chorus]
i don’t really care how they look (ay)
feelin’ like i’m mark twain read em like a book (god)
wolfgang puck, i be feelin like a cook (cook)
throw me in a bird box, bet they leave shook

[outro]

really got em
really got em
really got em

- thorb

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