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letra de sinnerman - thugga massina

[intro]
karma’s a b-tch

[verse 1]
sinnerman, lord knows i’m a sinner man
whipping tan, selling raw like vince mcmahon
background ain’t spick & span
wild child, i got bigger plans
turned 5 into 5 grand
like a jukebox, i’ve been flipping bands
trying to be the next jiggaman, hey!
but then my karma, it said ain’t no f-ckin’ way
like sister lauryn say, you can’t sl!ck talk on judgement day
preachers telling me pray but they just in the f-cking way
what can i say?
i got memories i wish to forget
i got demons i wish didn’t exist
come from b-tches i hit
come from bricks that i pitched
i know i ain’t no angel
it’s a small thing to a giant like adam rainer
i got runtz for my lungs, extra clips for my banger
had the world in my palms, let it slip from my fingers
guеss you get a few lemons with thе fruits of your labor
that’s just the name of the game like jayceon taylor
but i’m like
[hook]
oh sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
whoa sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
poor sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
all on that day
(ay you know?)
i run to the rock, please hide me
run to my glock, please guide me
run to the block, please hide me
it’s judgment day
(ay you know!)

[verse 2]
and i’m in my f-cking zone, riding through the trap
feel like leslie jones with this drac’ up on my lap
crackers on my phone, i think my sh-t is tapped
got me all wrong if you think this sh-t just rap
this is real life
sweat dripping, tec gripping, something don’t feel right
heart pounding, star counting, it’s almost midnight
real ice, that’s why i keep the hockey stick
serial scratched off like a grocery shopping list
i’m heavy in these streets, i’ve been known for poppin’ sh-t
amazin on the beat, we’ve been known for dropping hits
pardon my c-ckiness, gotta remain humble
i know that pride comes before the fall like summer
the turtle of my entourage, i’m cool with the drama
have you sleeping with fish like matt barnes’ baby mama
i just hope i’m trout when them angels call my number
can’t control the way the cookie crumbles, your honor i’m like
[hook: x2]
oh sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
whoa sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
poor sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
all on that day
(ay you know?)
i run to the rock, please hide me
run to my glock, please guide me
run to the block, please hide me
it’s judgment day
(ay you know!)

- thugga massina

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