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letra de slum god - welly d

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up all night and my rolly dont tok
i been countin down the clock like yo que hora

came a long way from the day one sh-t man
i cannot be no el que llora

keepin them 3 things right by me
my pen pistola my espada

measure that twice and i cut that once
man i cannot be f-ckin up dat fah nada

dabbin up traplords tell em good looks
gotta couple cuzzins out here cookin my books
type of sh-t im spittin is a little to drastic
verbal acrobatics flairs for dramatics

sip while i lean
yes thats promethazine
16 oz to the lb
20 more to the ki

summer 100 degrees
im cooler than winter freeze
you shackled in the mind
and ya no longer free
takin my vacay at de cameron
i be out here burnin my provologne
spittin that fuego like el boqueron
movers shakers fat cat gatos

feds on my ass do not leave me alone
check every corner turnin every stone
do not forgive and i do not atone
only role model that i know is chapo

burn my chronic widda gin and tonic
goin henn da rix
witt–z pentatonics

ima pop that perc like my medicine
i got senzu bean
im supah sayajin

i got 7 mac 11s
and bout 8 38s
i can send em all to heaven if they lackin or they late

f-ck em all f-ck em all
i can tell ya can’t relate

but then raw
is the law
when the dawg
fornicate yea
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you ain’t like me i can tell where ya from dawg
you ain’t got the scent of these other bottom rung dawgs
tell up off the rip that you just another bum dawg
tell ya right nah that you f-ckin with a f-ckin with a

tryna hold me down ever since i was a yung dawg
i been punk rock like that tar that i strum dawg
runnin in the streets we was always poppin guns dawg
tell ya right nah that you f-ckin with a f-ckin with a

you ain’t like me i can tell where ya from dawg
you ain’t got the truth when you spittin over drums dawg
livin through the plagues and the blackening of suns dawg
tell ya right nah that you f-ckin with a f-ckin with a

fam up in the grave and that story’s unsung dawg
put that on my back and that sh-t done weighed a ton dawg
they gon live through me because i could be the one dawg
tell ya right nah that you f-ckin with a slum gawd

– hook –

month of ramadan all i eat is beats
takin the world i inherit the meek
mask off mood man i feel like sheik
you a p-ssy in dem boots and my cousins names sleep
i be huntin sounds like i was a sonic blood hound
lookin for the bounce thatll make a shorty buss down
little bit profound how that sh-t familiar now
thats the same sound as extendo mag drum rounds

ready to move and i do not trust you
man i got that safe house out in cabo

ask what i do, who tf is you
boy i could tell that you gestapo

my piano with the ivory notes
i be hittin them keys like my name is chapo

gold medal flow when that 808 blow
man they thinkin that i sold my soul to el dyablo

ain’t one of mine if ya ain’t got grime
first world f-ck boys pop ya collars
come on my side you could peep my ride
rick shaw decal che guevara

really that fact is im livin like atlas
world on my shoulders weighs a ton
never did sang fought with claw and fang
but i wanna spit slang and bang on drums

praise allah that the boy too raw
my hooks sound like azaan out slums
sumthin like sosa sippin ambrosia
got the kiddies cookin up opium

child rebel solja pull up and smoke ya
ready to die for the gang like huns
stand dont run everybody got guns
no due process fuh da murder 1

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