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letra de nuketown zombies - y£llows

[intro]
(ghosty)

[verse]
i put the t into trap, take the t out of trap, and i’m rapping again
i’m grabbing a box, i ain’t buyin’ a benz, got bits for the low, but i ain’t shotting zeds
you know says posses with intent, that’s intent to supply, these numerous packs
just know if the p’s ain’t coming from rap, then i’m making these racks, and i ain’t paying tax
connin’ me grub, i ain’t paying you back, the connects, them know that i only pay cash (didgets)
watch bro press on the gas, he ain’t whipping a merc, he’s whipping the rex’, and he’s going berserk
jump on the line and i’m making you work, you’re breaking a sweat, i ain’t payin’ you first
sell’s in the ends, so man’s on the lurk
break down a brick, i ain’t stealing a pursе
if i conny’ you food, next day, reimburse
sn-tch for thе bands, get put in a he-rs-, making a jibs’ while i put in the work
i’m building a line, i ain’t buildin’ a zoot, that’s not until i turn one into two
man i double the prof’, then jump in the booth, no cap in my rap, i ain’t one of them yutes
tie up the bag, then vacuum the food, order a cab, put drugs in the boot (you alright boss?)
man jump in the back, then go link the shoot, trap-boy in these streets, and i rap what i do
it’s happened again, my gaff’ got boomed, seen bare cid run up the stairs (don’t move, it’s police!)
bare chat ’bout drugs, and sect’ 23, got my mum all shouting and scared (just cool mum)
can’t lie, i was fast asleep when they boomed, and i wish that i could’ve prepared
woulda’ grabbed my racks and hopped out my room, and man wouldn’t even have cared
but it’s back to the drawing board, like t brown, i need me a nine in no time (asap)
even though i took a five bag lose, i ain’t grabbin’ no food on cosign (i ain’t one of them)
grab the re and it’s go time ,fed’s can’t stop man’s dope line
i bucked feds but i got things on me, the loud got a kick-back, somethin’ like donkey
about five guys just bought things off me, now they’re zoned out, like nuketown zombies
pack came in, so i chopped that properly, weren’t talking insta, when i said “crop me”
stinks like fart, but it’s green like broccoli (hefty)
flow to different, can’t copy
i need me a kilo, no keemzo, i need my re, come fat like deno
‘member then days when i connied’ a zino, now i need eighteen plus, like casino’s
cell’s come in, and i beat those, all day, man fly packs, no heathrow
ten out of ten, i got the gas like chamber
shout me for the cali’, ‘hundred percent, you ain’t tried this flavor
stick man in a shirt like in a blazer, my mind’s on point like a razor, held a foot chase by jakes with taser’s
i’m tryna shine bright like a laser, they wanna see me rubbed out, like eraser
yo, my man said he want’s a taster, cool, it’s a sample ting
box man’s face, royal rumble ting, tryna climb to the top, no jungle gym
got a shot there called uncle tim, put your hands on bro, and i’ll bun mans skin
owe man bread, better run my drink, can’t trap on my spot don’t know what you think
pulling a one clutch bike, life living, i got a one touch line, keep ringing (brr, brr, brr, brr)
bait, highroad in this pc, wizzin’, hand’s on shads’ and it’s graveyard digging
catch me on the block, flavor’s billing, eat up your spot’s, pacman living
lap’s on the block when my line ain’t ringing, soon have my neck on soak, just blingin’
i feel like i’m in balamory, interview room, asking “what’s the story?”
they told me it’s mandatory that i plead guilty, the ped was a chordy’s
telling me the license plate was forty, i said that “you better be sure.” like geordie (be sure)
if you want grub, just call me, one last pack, come link me at lawdy (yeah)
[outro]
(ghosty)

- yllows

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