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letra de street propaganda - wyld (rap)

[verse 1: wyld]
chiddy, they ain’t bring bills like church out
i coulda did anything, took the dirt route
hundred thousand dollar cars when i murk out
cardio in the kitchen get the work out
i can eyeball, i ain’t gotta weigh that
pure bills, better pray he get his face back
started small ball, tre packs
pull a drop, do a 1-2 wayback
i can get ’em to your door in an instant
send a block, t-tty rock on the imprint
money don’t stop, over time, check my time clock
i’m takin’ guap with me [?]
oversize rocks chilling in my cool chain
louis vuitton, homie, down to the shoe string
got money everywhere like bruce wayne
[?]

[hook]
i got my arm, i got my hammer
against the odds, i’m a gambler
talking that street, proper gander
them birds fly
i got three or four cops, how can you relate?
i got three or four spots, ten cities, five states

[verse 2: no malice]
it’s the m.a., i chop that block like a sensei
malice take straight to the whip like kinte
numb to the taste, rock hard or freebase
biddin’ off the the highest [?]
this real rap, other cats is cliche
the proofs in the pudding, i cook it i put my foot in
you ain’t gotta wonder if we in them streets
d-mn right we in the game like nintendo wii
we welcome this life where we play full keeps
you know who my kinfolk be, jeezy
ferrari m6 i make it look easy
we done came up like george and weezy
“squeeze me,” says trigger to the finger
for he who thought i was just rap singer
the floodgates opened, wrapped up katrina
you can’t imagine the h-ll i’ma bring ya

[hook]

[verse 3: pusha t]
i’m caught between a rock and a hard place
pyrex or the raw, wait
world is mine on my scarface
sell b-tter like it’s parkay
haters wanna see me shawshank
locked up, boxed up in them yard greys
heartbroken when they see him in that r8
the condo, no crawlsp-ce
that’s the penthouse, all off-beige
the indictments, i’m on a lost page
the family never tell it, my n-ggas all made
death before dishonor, n-gga
i turn any city to a sauna, n-gga
every small town hit by the tsunami
swag surf kilos ’til the feds find me
we’re wow money, we getting wild money
just k!lled this sh-t, take a bow homie

- wyld rap

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