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letra de poetry feat fl3a - tsu surf

verse 1 tsu surf:
this is poetry
in other words flawetry n-gga
n-ggas die if they provoking me n-gga
i don’t even wanna smoke with these n-ggas
give em a pill i hope you choke on it n-gga
just wrote some bull for my n-ggas
overworking got my head hurting
play with bro now he a dead person
lapping n-ggas, see my legs working
and told my son “don’t f-ck with fed persons”
and told my son “you better not never f-ck with no police”
get that n-gga, he still twitching, hit his head again
bet them n-ggas will never try to play with my mans again
i just want the money, i ain’t even really got no plans for this
i hate when n-ggas be talking about some that they can’t bring me in
i used to f-ck with stupid b-tches, now i got cooler b-tches
i just bought some call of duty sh-t, it got a cooler in it
i maneuver sh-t for stupid n-ggas, that’s the cooler kid
imma rap with whoever i want, i don’t care who you with
n-gga i’m tryna put my city on, i see the bigger picture
cop ass putting everything on the gram, man i don’t get these n-ggas
everybody dissing and ain’t n0body die since 2020
lil n-ggas must be really out they mind, they think they f-cking with me
i can go for seconds man, it’s hours, n-gga i can go forever
i advise n-ggas not to play with my name like bro won’t give you feathers
n-ggas f-ck with rats to get this cheese, n-ggas got to do better
n-ggas f-ck with what? to get the what?
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
i can’t be beefing with my city, i really got love for n-ggas
i just want to ride around and pass out money, guns, and drugs to n-ggas
fill out my state the most it’s on my back, b-tch i ? these n-ggas
i open the bank like crack is what?
2 years, the deaths was back to back, 2 funerals
i lost the closest to me, f-ck you think i care about losing you
2 2 22, i think that day i lost my soul with you
like every day i sit here thinking “i just wanna go with you”
keep a pole, can’t let no p-ssy n-gga send me home to you
feel like i failed you, know i really could’ve did the most for you
a part of my tears, you know you get me all emotional
i guess that’s what it’s supposed to do, forever i’m gon go for you
this sh-t came unexpected, like me rapping?
who would’ve ever thought
wish i could pull up and see you sipping, sitting, chilling on the porch
need this money to pay for these lawyers, that’s why i can’t stop rapping for
got to this money for these lawyers, sh-t ain’t adding up
verse 2 fl3a:
better keep your gloves with you
you think it’s your life till the judge get you
pull up on em, freeze em, going sub-zero
i can’t buy no b-tch a birkin
lil bro be bussin’ he be hitting sh-t and sippin’ purple
oh they think it’s cool dissing blood?
another missing person
pray they don’t do me first
guns for the g’s, the choppa cost about a gucci shirt
they hit the hood, the homie gone, we don’t know who to hurt
he hide the pain with opioids, sh-t got him chewing percs
he can’t feel sh-t
lil bro and them will go to school, they be on field trips
ain’t get the sucker that hit
never mind we still p-ssed
man i be tryna tell the chill, they wanna drill sh-t
we go to war with navy
we say our prayers, wake his ? up
they caught a baby
we do the benz like it’s a rental, did the foreign crazy
hunnid twenty on the suit, i pray the lawyers save me

- tsu surf

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