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letra de nightmarez pt 1 & 2 - vegacash

hallelujah
all that we done made it
got me feeling gracias
hallelujah

life turned me to a demon
strap on me gilbert arenas
talk that talk one phone call
she only see me for my s-m-n
dodgin death everyday know that devil be reaping
beef ain’t beef to me talk is cheap
f-ck with me van showing up full of cleaners
red louboutin when i step i be bleeding
when i’m in shawty p-ssy that sh-t be leaking
on the late night i know death be creeping
wake еm up for me they snooze thеy sleeping
dont come around not saying my diamonds ain’t freezing
picture perfect i see you lurking
world going bizzerk they still doing news k!lling innocents in church
i k!ll em softly no rehe-rs-
the reaper moving promptly
i dodge him all day in my cursive
im living constantly
off this bucket list that i done did way back when i ain’t have sh-t
but nowadays i give my heart to god and i gotta say that this life is a gift
heard its live fast die slow real n-ggas dont last so before i see my coffin i gotta ask
so before i go n take my last breathe
this be the best you’ll ever see of my ass
keep the cash keep the flash
clear the smoke in mirrors middle finger middle fingers to my haters on my victory lap

pt 2

police patrolling tryna control us
know how we moving
we got the game and the whole controller
yea we natural born rebels
raising everyday til i meet the devil
no more waiting for that day better hustle wake up and go and get it
servin fiends had em all geeked up on the block
nowadays i stash the guap in my socks
typa sh-t i seen wish i show ya
wish i never really saw
typa time im on my arm need an audemar
i’m just tryna f-ck on a island
pistol on my hip she know i’m whylin
yea im cummin late but im arriving
got twin butches tryna ménage me
she know im whylin
move around the city with the bl!ck
im the coach i call the blitz
i see the bluff i ain’t taking no kicks
i get ya fiends get a fix
got my name off hittin liqs
got some hate off rippen chicks
from the city of the heat
put the burner on you no 3rd degree
disturbing the peace my ain’t ludacris
i still ride around the city with my heat
change up the forecast
got rich forget about my poor past
im gone go first make sure my crew all last
cause when its all said and done
we gon still be ahead of them
got p-ssy on my tongue
all these drugs i’m on still got me feeling numb
only the strong survive yeah thats the tough
made it out i’m shining diamond in the rough
won’t sip dirty less i got a cough
[?] {?] and i need enough

- vegacash

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