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letra de hueco mundo - travis, jr.

[verse 1]
f-ck doves, i need 14 crows when i walk through
i’m wicked as sh-t, spittin’ the wickedest sh-t
the ladies know i’m cold so they act like winter started and fall through
900 and mctwistin’, you n-ggas still kick flippin’?
young june, i been different, sneak dissin’? d-mn
did i make myself so hard for you n-ggas to talk to?
cause when ya lady drunk then i’m the one she send her calls to?
and when i’m around, the floor is where she sends her draws to?
i only do this cause i’m poss to
oops i meant i’m ‘posed to
crazy pat, b-tch on the beats i go postal
oklahoma 14 died, never a coincidence in numbers
i hear the beat; it sees the clouds now feel my thunder and lightin’
no zeus, no truce for you f-ckers who don’t speak the truth when you spittin’
i hear your lies i despise and my blood gets to itchin’
and i can’t reach mine, so i’mma spill yours playboy a$ap
no mob, just me and some knives getchu pinned up playboy
face wrapped in gauze
the cause is because you said you hotter than me
now you rope tied tight, n-gga you only knotter than me
laughter all the while on my joker add the s and i slaughter the beat, easy
show the track who daddy is and just daughter the beat
say you spit stupid, who more ‘tarted than me?
i’m stank with this sh-t, should be with fish, who more tartar than me?

[hook]
if you see a fake n-gga, point ‘em out
if spot a n-gga slippin, point ‘em out
don’t be scared
slow up, slow up, there he go right there, i swear i can k!ll him in sixteen

[verse 2]
i don’t need 16
saliva gotta be rude, i spit mean
f-ck a rhyme muf-cka, i spit me
i grip green
whether that be the doe or dro
the hash or the lime colored thongs stickin’ outta ya b-tch -ss
shoot a n-gga with my lyrical lethal shots
the vocals from my body is my shottie i keep it c-cked
keep it locked, this ain’t 106 & park, 187 & murked
you become dessert when my hunger begins to keep its spark
i intend to end the stupid sh-t that you seem to start
claiming you the sh-t when you ain’t even reachin’ farts
reach for darts, trying to touch the sharpness of me
is like tryna find an ounce of f-ckin’ toughness in glee
dare a n-gga to try to find the f-ckin’ toughness in me
why he frontin? you soft, ain’t nothin’ more m-ffin than he
i’m cold as f-ck, leave these d-mn wannabees stuck in the heat
low lifes, i burn the weed and get f-ckin’ stuck in the trees
you’ll break ya finger pointin’ at a n-gga who f-ckin’ with me
ain’t no b-tches round me, less they f-ckin’ suckin’ my seeds
and these ain’t ranch flavored, the taste you can’t savor
‘cause the next b-tch is gonna come through f-ckin’ suck it off clean

[hook]

[verse 3]
this just that gunshigh sh-t
that marty mc sworn to be born to be fly sh-t
f-ck n-ggas? we don’t vibe with
bunch of cotton mouth n-ggas, go head p-ssy try and spit
p-ss ya b-tch faster than the flash, runnin’ a 40 yard dash
wearin’ a pair of asics, healthy n-ggas out here hollerin’ tj ain’t sick
it takes a patient to know a patient
born in the ward, discharge papers? i’m still waitin’
au revoir to your freestyles and good riddance to your writtens
consider you n-ggas smitten
i’m part of the streets; i’m part of the ‘burbs
pardon my nerves, and most of all
mothaf-ck whatcha heard

- travis jr

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