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letra de ego trip - xavy rusan & marc spano

[intro]
i come to man with jesus by power of the holy spirit (hide your devil, imma f-ck your-)
the devil is a motherf-ckin’ liar
so you know i ain’t worried, bi-atch!

[verse]
dance with the devil, he got two left feet
bet he can’t do it like me
that be his best feat
tryna l!ck the sp-ce right in the middle of your breast meat
bet a hundred million, probably turn me to the best me
i jet ski over them muddy waters of mississippi with my missus with me
she gon’ quickly give this d-ck a hickey
i stick a fifty in her vicky’s ‘cause she beautiful
had to quit the gig, i wasn’t f-ckin’ with the cubicle
all these dirty dollars really f-ckin’ up my cuticles
i’m ‘bout to hit the restaurant and order up the usual, [-call bell rings-] uh
illuminati want my body, yeah, they tried to recruit me
life a b-tch, i ain’t complainin’, imma dive in her coochie
see him lurkin’ in the shadows always tryna seduce me
right next to n-ggas who be hatin’ ‘cause they drivin’ the hooptey
bein’ st–zy ain’t as easy as i make it seem
i’m just makin’ movess and makin’ humor out your make-believe
i ain’t never make to practice, but i always make the team
just because you sleepin’ that don’t make it’s fake or makin’ dreams
you takin’ beans, i’m takin’ trips to the coast
fix your face and while you at it, n-gga, fix your approach
let a lame be a lame and let a b-tch do the most
‘cause right after they f-ck you over when they miss you the most
but i don’t give a f-ck, i’m that realer, ouija chattin’ mac miller
baby at the bank tell me i’m her favorite sack filler
i know the government be k!llin’ all the black healers
so i sip millers with criminals and sack dealers
i’m gettin’ neck like i’m bill clinton while mils sprintin’
i serve a sickly soul, a healthy batch of ill writtens
i’m cold as k!llers in the winter when it’s three below
middle finger to them hoes who out’chea tryna see me low (know you’re laughin’, bi-atch!)
if i was wack, i know they probably see me on the tv mode
but i’m with the winners askin’ questions only he would know
so f-ck life, i don’t need a ride, i’m leavin’ walkin’
with directions from siri talkin’ like stephen hawking
i never listen, hardly notice that they even talkin’
them boys p-ssy, that explainin’ why they bleedin’ often
my p-n-s soften, and i gotta go, i’m rather busy
you couldn’t find her, shoulda figured that i had her with me
i’m smokin’ blunts in public, no consent from citizens
school told me, “don’t do drugs,” but gave me ritalin, so
all of y’all can l!ck the place where i p-ss
i’m ‘bout to do some dope and fall into a sp-celess abyss
i’m the only one perceivin’ in the season of the yes, man
feel myself like m-st-rbation, motherf-ck her next man
i can’t take advice from n-ggas still sippin’ flouride
on the side of town where the mayor would need a tour guide
swear that everything i ever f-ckin’ made immaculate
so when you tell the story, i just hope you tell it accurate, n-gga
[outro]
[-giggling-]
ay, gon’ f-ck my sh-t up
[-clapping-]
[-tv static-]
i don’t give a f-ck what you think, b-tch! your thoughts ain’t my thoughts!
cut that b-tch off!

- xavy rusan marc spano

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