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letra de mother of pearls - willie the kid & v don

[intro]
yo, yo
uh
yo, yo

[verse 1: willie the kid]
big truck like the fall guy
ball like paul i
b-tter poached wall eye
more n-ggas more die
more b-tches, the more f-cking
three birds, no t-rducken
i ain’t ducking nothing
not for nothing, nonetheless
three piece suits, double breasted
silk lining, fitted vest
yes, busting bottles with some models in cabo
i’m busy
you at the hood bars tryna squabble
until a bullet hit ya avocado guacamole
then i slide like a trombone, don’t run up on me
phony is as phony, does you gotta show me
f-ck a buzz longevity, my testimony (i play forеver)
consistent, my n-ggas focused, no rеcidivism
nevertheless, you can still become a shooting victim
i shoot the sh-t with shooters
fraternising with philanthropists, donate computers
room service twice a day at the derick, you derelicts
degenerate b-st-rds, i’m at the masjid speaking arabic
never bicker with the bitter life is but a dream
bittersweet sing along, a real n-gga theme
[hook: eto]
let them bleed a little
keep them alive until we acquit ’em
they’ll have our hands full soon as they see a fistful
i saw them changed soon as
i should’ve waited but it came too fast
i’ll die poor before i praise who has
how many times i gotta tell you, soon as they too pass
they’ll forget you, but only love who makes you laugh
’till the moment you gotta do everything and you can’t do nothing
then maybe, nothing
just maybe you feel me buzzin’
then maybe, maybe
just maybe you fell me buzzin’

[verse 2: eto]
yeah
they waited until the iron got hot
i got it hot striking
look at og now, i wanted to be a lot like him
met homie last week and they just smoked him
i ain’t never met a hunter who died hiking
k!lling for a meal
asked me why am i standing up
i told him the prayers bigger than the kneel
what good are head shots if you don’t shed him on his heel
quantity over quality, pippen or shaquille
from forefathers to young and having like four fathers
learned it all from my porch
hit wh0re mama ain’t clean up yet and she a jaw dropper
ball hopper, she’ll never get the lobster
get it together
soon you’ll be able to get it together
[hook: willie the kid]
let them bleed a little
keep them alive until we acquit ’em
it’s above me now, it’s karma hit him
i saw him change soon as revolving doors rotate too fast
revolvers, we taking from who has
how many times i gotta tell you, soon as they too pass
they’ll forget you, it’s only legacies that last
’till the moment you gotta do everything and you can’t do nothing to me
just maybe you feel me cuzzin’

- willie the kid v don

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