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letra de black mamba venom - ty farris

[intro]
we undefeated still. here we go. let’s crack their head again

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m the g*nius from the jungle
in the winter i was schemin’ with the bundles (fo’ sho’)
ain’t a fight if i ain’t bleedin’ from the knucles (that ain’t no fight)
next car only seatin’ for a couple
‘member dreamin’ in the struggle
if it’s fourth down, the shotgun i’m bringin’ to the huddle (yeah)
the bullets make ’em run routes (run routes)
almost blinded myself wearin’ my jewelry with the sun out
now i’m dustin’ n-ggas
they go for every n-gga runnin’ with ya
your cd should come with glitter
and a couple skittles, n-gga, go f-ck with tinder
i’m up in windsor with a couple gingers, casino visit
we pray over the food before we touch the dinner (amen)
amen, i can tell these n-ggas lost steps (i can tell)
me and my dogs’ll chase you down, that ain’t farfetched
they ridin’ the wave, but they still ain’t met jaws yet
life hit me with hard lefts, yes, your heart’s next
i’ma leave this used magnum at the top of your broad’s steps (ha ha)
triflin’ n-gga, nights i shiver just to write the lyrics (fo’ sho’)
took a gamble with rap, currently the dice is spinnin’
the pen custom-made, no ink, yeah, i write with venom
[interlude]
it’s like i’m holdin’ the motherf-ckin’ black mamba fangs. gettin’ that motherf-ckin’ venom out and puttin’ it in my pen, you know what i’m sayin’? we set the motherf-ckin’ bar higher every time, man, what the f-ck these n-ggas doin’, man?

[verse 2]
if it’s a rocky road we down to take the rambo route
squeeze ’til the ammo out (braah braah braah)
jumped in the game, didn’t have a doubt (nah-uh)
now i’m havin’ trout with a rapper spouse (uh-huh)
i lived the life that i rap ’bout (that’s a f-ckin’ fact)
i said i might as well build a clientele from these violent tales (violent tales)
if rhymin’ fails then we buyin’ scales (yeah)
pasta with italians, if i wink twice they supply the sh-lls
with blunt force, my mans, i provide the l’s
who better? think of a name i’ll trash him (trash him)
coca cola ain’t the only one wrappin’ classics in plastic (fact)
i test the water and passed it, above average
still hood, so don’t judge if you see me hug ratchets (don’t judge)
young b-st-rd, never bashful, they blast it
attack like i’m shaq with the magic at the basket
i took the harder way, my bars took their heart away
these n-ggas washed up (they washed up), guess it’s laundry day (ha ha)
sippin’ chardonnay at harbor bay with a barbieface
diamonds in the cardi face for the bars i bake (wooh)
this is greatness in your presence
draw a knife for me i’ma race you with a wesson, n-gga
[interlude]
be d-mned if these n-ggas think they f-ckin’ with me. i make it look like amateur hour with these n-ggas, man. call that n-gga on apollo. tell him to come out with the broom for these n-ggas, man

- ty farris

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