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letra de i could go - what can't i kill

[intro: master stian and sir reebral]

[hook: master stian, stounson, and sir reebral]

i could go
i could go
i could, i could go at any moment
i could go (go, go, go) (x4)

[verse 1: master stian]

i could go at any moment
i might throw up in the mornin’
got the club going makonnen
hit my bop when i’m in that zone
yo, your girl she be on me
like there’s pheromones on me
you ain’t wanna scr-p
you ain’t wanna battle
so you better back yourself up little homie
bend it over little mamí, or step aside
stian bad for your health like pesticides
you a left swipe, if i make out with you i need a wet wipe
going hard ’till the next night
dog i’m tweaking every weekend
if you peeping snap chat
casket woodgrain and engraved with some hash tags

[verse 2: stounson]

i could go, i suppose, the highest knows
no man could match my mind or isotopes
in any structure, it’s always something
i’m feeling nothing
never at the function, i half function in public
mind’s a subject without a predicate
spoken dope, no injecting it
handling hope as a pessimist
handing you rope not a necklace
stand on my own, commanding the throne
expand or get flown to where heaven is
when they reminisce over you, my god

[hook: master stian, stounson, and sir reebral]

[verse 3: master stian]

i could blow at any moment
unpredictable at night
don’t know what i’m ’bout to do
don’t know who i’m ’bout to fight
lost my sight and my hearin’
now i’m bursting through the ceilin’
i just came here to dance
don’t give a d-mn ’bout your feelings

[verse 4: stounson]

at any moment or second
praying hands to the mighty
i could go, i could blow
what’s with the fears that you’re fightin’
put a drill in the silence, all i’m hearing is sirens
this like a spear from a t-tan, or spartan
y’all barking, i’m bitin’
no one beside him besides his comrades
we want that cash
dog, i see my influence
yeah, i want that back
back in the days i cared what you said
now y’all barking up the wrong tree
still the type to spark an -rs-n
to arborvitaes and rv’s, what?

[verse 5: master stian]
if you ain’t here to get down
girl, get out my way, go sit down
i don’t care how much you’ve been sippin’
if them hips ain’t dippin’, i’m dippin’
master in the spot
turn the spot into a stampede
i’m a mastodon
day i die, my kind’ll go extinct
y’all bow down until the master gone

[hook: master stian, stounson, and sir reebral]

- what cant i kill

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