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letra de full moon flex - ya boy torres

first verse: (ya boy torres)

i’m a night owl n-gga, this that full moon flex, gold boyz on the rise, my n-ggas coming for them checks, don’t be talking down on my squad cause then i’m coming for your neck, just because a n-gga conscious don’t mean i won’t bust your wig, ya’ll just hating to be hating ya’ll don’t really have no reason, i’m fighting off all these demon’s, no other option, defeat em

2nd verse: ($ kobain)

no other option, i see em, defeat em, n-ggas can’t be us, 3rd eye sniper see right through these fakes my n-gga i just peep em, i don’t give a f-ck about these fake n-ggas, i never need em, don’t ask me what’s in my blunt motherf-cka, funky diesel, elevated n-ggas, we mobbin’, no, no fake people, smokin’ & tokin’ that cannabis, elevated like seagulls

3rd verse: (ya boy torres)

elevated like seagulls, lost in another dimension, this picture i paint is vivid, these n-ggas don’t comprehend me, came a long way from the bottom, now we eatin’, no more starvin’, as long as my aura shinin’ fear n0body, we some prophets, keep a sack and a n-gga gotta match that, all black with a skull gap & a gat case a n-gga wanna run that, inferred beam, one shot to his back make his whole body flip like a flapjack

4th verse: ($ kobain)

headed to the gwap, to the top gotta get that, shoot a n-gga straight up? he ain’t really with that, mixing purple & my thoughts better get back, heartless plus i’m off it n-gga no “chit-chat”, maxin’ out, i’m smokin’ til’ i’m p-ssin’ out, it’s lit, (it’s lit), try to run up on me or the gang n-gga you tweakin’ off of the sh-ts, chakra levels rising, got the power like clark kent, n-gga’s claim they rap but they goofy can’t even spit

5th verse: (ya boy torres)

my mind just starts runnin’, i’m trippin’ off of that hit, that l.s.d it is so proper, i look back and reminisce, that o.g smoke flow through my lungs, i’ma roll anotha’ blunt, that olde english, it got me slurrin’, drinkin’ till’ i’m throwin’ up huh?

6th verse: ($ kobain)

we been grindin’ for so long, came out the mud huh? she say she got the pain then i’ma bring the drugs huh? told my n-ggas be patient cause greatness takes time, evolving daily, my n-ggas? we be a different kind

outro: ($ kobain)

gold boyz n-gga, you know what i’m sayin’, all gold muf-ckin’ tee’s when we get them muf-cka’s, and we ain’t going for no $10, $20, $50 sh-t my n-gga, (ya boy torres in background “150 trill”) …. we going for that 150 trillion my n-gga, for the t shirt’s b-tch

- ya boy torres

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