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letra de no interviews - van buren records

(jiles)
skipping thru the block in some hunnid dollar socks
feel like felix with the mask when i’m running down a op
imma one man team, imma take up all the shots
my side b-tch a big tease but she be giving me the mop
big boy, big toy
watch me clear the whole venue
she a big snack, big meal and i got p-ssy on the menu
ph balance balance out when she t–ter on the d-ck
ashing out ya dead homies, just don’t ash up in my whip
home invader back in town , and we running through the cheese
older brothеr gave me rides, riding shotty was his fiеnd
those was good days, rob the corner store for food and liquor
feel like lupe
haram somali b-tch with it boy, she go both ways
another dead body hit the pavement, another cold case
my younging thirsty for that l!ck, so i gave the okay
for the love of the money boy like the o’jays

(felix)
all these n-ggas full of sh-t
might just move to budspest
finna flood out all my wrists
just to shoot my cover yeah
long as i’m felx, imma raise up my fists
at the top skyscr-pes ,screaming “how can i miss?”
i was hollow last year, but i was thuggin that sh-t
almost off the edge yeah, that muholland drive sh-t
nevermind, settle down, need a nike check
alyx nike sh-t, check out my fit
no one the corner got a swagger like him
make hid own hits, handle my biz
mastermind, number nine, come to mind yeah
when i’m ’round, don’t you all, come around here
(luke bar$):
my b-tch like mariah, i’m like richard pryor (yeah)
talk to her nice, she wet just like the nile yeah
my dawgs pop n-ggas like f-cking pop tires (uh)
i eat a rap n-ggas up like papayas
i rap circles around rap n-ggas no bias
i wrap the wrap around your neck until your dying
look inside your eyes i dare you just to try me
he don’t war, he a certified p-ssy (b-tch ass n-gga)
throwing gang signs boy whenever i’m with rutland (yeah)
my chain hangs low, you will never see me tuck it (yeah)
she said imma jerk, ion take her out in public
ion f-ck with chicken these b-tches always cluckin’
she wanna stress me out, wanna be fendi out (fendi)
a couple of your homeboys flying b-tches out (zroom)
you know that everybody don’t stick to the g code
you know deep down n-ggas don’t respect the elo (massallah)
road to the bag you gotta watch for the peephole
getting all this cash boy i even love my nickels

(meech bold)
at 6 in the morning , yawning
10 years been flawless
all my joints be knocking
most you n-ggas is boring
f-ck em mami, i’m gorgeous
had to switch up my sources
they was peeping my stories
they was watching the films
that me & fu be scoring
don’t be jacking our style
swear to god they’ll ignore it
give it a couple more months
see our mini me’s
i ain’t got no enemies
i am not a k!ller
so don’t push me to those tendencies
stay connected like my wifi, popped up like tada
this black magic, that y’all practice is really kaka
on to the next like the name sean carter
moving all products, what you want?
cuz we gotchaaaa
lil mama, i prolly might be the problem
cuz these bright lights turn a n-gga to a monster

- van buren records

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