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letra de blank stare - young n reckless

[verse i]
a n-gga called rapping trying to get seen
then hit me with a bitter sixteen
but my imaginations wild so it seems
he’s joking can’t be sober that’s lean
now i’m thinking he smoking this needs to be over
that means on one accord i’m pulling that string
you mean one of them cords?
yeah f-ck it that thing
gotta cut the music gotta end the night clean
gotta interrupt naps
while pushing that fat lady from the back sing
everybody might scream
mean it might be but it’s like i’m spike lee with a mic
he is whack b-tch do the right thing. (d-mn)
can a n-gga get paid?
if they ain’t digging this we digging they grave
while they wonder what it takes wе was digging in crates
if the plumber took a brеak we was making sh-t shake
its so crazy i’m thinking its fake
we so ahead we thinking it’s late (well)
been two years since the mixtape
now its record after record till them break
other records, other words
check it, respect it, you see our business in shape
working out deals till they get the sh-t straight
if life is a b-tch then we must of switched dates
i say that meaning life’s the sh-t which is great
when it add up what difference it make?
unless you find more
but what i gotta tell you two times for
you about to get ate
cuz numbers don’t lie think you know why
they like oh my when a n-gga roll by
wanna show me love let me get the whole pie
when they ask whose the best don’t lie so i
[verse ii]
first things first you soft as n-ggas probably wouldn’t survive today
from hurt to hearts stiff ass triggers
when they c-cked that’s when we spray
machine gun flow clips tossing em out
donald trump sh-t we bossing around
a few foreign b-tches they bark and bite sh-t
we walking them out
how many times must we say when we get in we’ll have our way with this game they just lame
two chain type of n-ggas not in our frame
hey what type are you?
i’m the kind of dude a b-tch will love to screw
might take your girl make her love the crew
but that just proves that we recycle too
but f-ck it i feel more alive
dui’s i still drink and drive
young n reckless this sh-t is my life
but homie that chick ain’t ya wife
she let us slide and get inside dope d-ck got ya broad feeling high she thick hit that ass no surprise
this cl!ck came to get between them thighs
intense f-ck it call me mclovin
bad b-tch ass like bread out of the over
soft like stuffing, round like a m-ffin
i’m a just dumb it down we f-cking
they fronting we up in here got the b-tches yelling cheers
putting pressure on our peers while we preserve
oh well 2012 we’ll show them this year

- young n reckless

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