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letra de barracuda - triple777

[chorus]
finding my way through my tempest of mine
sometimes, i envy ’bout y’all’s piece of mind
storm to typhoon, the clouds cover the sky
i sift in the fallout to see what i find
i swallow my pain, like a great barracuda
won’t wallow my aches, rather see that done to ya’
n0body safe when it comes to my future
i live for this sh-t, just gotta take out you tumors
bodies on bodies, stack high to the heaven
that’s something that happens if you f-ck with 7
they know i’ma weapon and feel my aggression
my drive is too high, even with this depression
f-ck with the vision, make sure that you deafеned
the noise that i makе when i bring armageddon
you get the message, let it be reckoned
t7 out here just setting these records
[verse 1]
huh, so pause with that whack sh-t, like no
i don’t wanna tap in, talkin’ sh-t on the internet they be asking
“triple777, why you always such a crackhead?”
i be going-going energy glowing, keep the sh-t flowing
and you know i stay golden
i’ll explain it 3 words like f-ck you rodents
you complaining ’bout me bro, but my soul own it
like even underneath all the bullsh-t, i stay cloud level
you can come and see what i mean, i speak a mean reb-ttal
if you truly know me, you know that i don’t speak subtle
say it blunt say it once, know you hear me, i don’t mumble
i had a couple of haters, but we won’t talk about ’em
thanks for the help on this verse, gave me sh-t to rap on
excuse me madam, i think you need a tampon
’cause you motherf-ckers p-ssy unless you got the strap on

[bridge]
to the stars like i’m nasa, cold like alaska
p-ssin’ contest, my d-ck is big as mount shasta
i’ma blow like an atom, bomb in yo’ fandom
motherf-ckers front while they stab you in the back, bruh
ysl without the y and s, you l
boutta raise h-ll, your favorite rapper is a fail
i’m at the top, no limits and my metal stay with it
this sh-t is how i’m livin’, i can’t f-ck with all you b-tches
[verse 2]
f-ck fentanyl, i swear to god, you people never learn
how many deaths does it take until it’s your turn?
i know a couple a homies that will never ever learn
scratch that, ex homies ’cause they layin’ in the dirt
and i’m not tryna virtue signal for a f-ckin verse
but this sh-t is so real and it’s leavin’ people hurt
i pray you found god before you rode up in the hers
life is full of regrets, i digress now hear these words
chest pain, think i need aspirin
my heart cold like a ski trip in aspen
stressed out needa relax man
but still k!ll the beat like a godd-mn assassin
this my modern warfare, i’m unlocking damascus
comin out this motherf-ckin’ b-tch f-ck yo’ status
f-ckin up the game they be askin’, “what happened?”
this sh-t is mine, f-ckin’ imagine

- triple777

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