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letra de great defense - xavy rusan

[intro]
look

[verse 1]
they talkin’ like they don’t know a king when they see one
see him in person, he take it back like a refund
ballin’ with my brothers, all my n-ggas playin’ d1
daily checkin’ chicken, he gon’ spend it watchin’ reruns
n-ggas say they real, but they clones of me
how my cousin in the pin with more phones than me?
i got daily correspondents, we tappin’ in with the goonies
tattin’, taggin’ my body, they taggin’ me like they knew me
they actually livin’ goofy, i’m blunted, taggin’ the coochie
fl!ckin’, flexin’ thе muscle like penitеntiary gucci (whoa)
been addicted to stucy and blunts, hittin’ like roofies
i ain’t trippin’ off you ’cause i’ve been trippin’ off lucy
i’m lucid dreamin’ and schemin’, i’m manifestin’ the movie (yeah)
m-n-script in the million, i thought that you n-ggas knew me (yeah)
focusin’ on the fetty, the longevity lifestyle
build a future me, what i’m usually doin’ right now
[chorus]
smokin’ with my shawty, we plottin’ another hunnid grand (ay, ay)
hear ’em talk a lot, but they knowin’ who got the upper hand (ay, ay)
ride ’bout my sister, i’m dyin’ about my brother man (slide, slide)
leanin’ out the window, we got ’em doin’ the runnin’ man (slide, slide)
smokin’ with my shawty, we plottin’ another hunnid grand (ay, ay)
hear ’em talk a lot, but they knowin’ who got the upper hand (ay, ay)
slide ’bout my sister, i’m dyin’ about my brother man (ay, ay)
currency from europe, my energy from the motherland

[verse 2]
n-ggas tweet a lot, we’ve never seen ’em in the city, though
takin’ rent money, out to flash it in the video
starin’ at the real n-ggas, winnin’, know it hurt, man
coupe clean, glock thirty, dirty as your work hands
i just got a palette of product, i’m ’bout to flip it
i don’t really got all of the minutes for me to kick it
brought my chick a llc, we ’bout to scale it
partner say he growin’ some weed i told him mail it (ay)
coolin’ with my man, he kinda mama by the ocean
only problem that we got is runnin’ out of lotion
get into the chick, and let a black man live
i got more rows on me than a fat man ribs
never met a single n-gga that’ll make me feel fear (nah)
they be throwin’ salt in the game, we still here (yeah)
we don’t hear the sh-t that he sayin’, he think it mean somethin’
all the players ballin’, we blue chippin’, we green thumbin’
[chorus]
smokin’ with my shawty, we plottin’ another hunnid grand (oh god, n-gga)
hear ’em talk a lot, but they knowin’ who got the upper hand (slide, slide)
ride ’bout my sister, i’m dyin’ about my brother man (slide, slide)
leanin’ out the window, we got ’em doin’ the runnin’ man

- xavy rusan

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