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letra de inception - yvngxdani

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[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f-ck your thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f-ck you think i am
i don’t give a f-ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b-tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear

talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p-ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p-ssy to just fold when you get in a jam

[verse]
i ain’t for the process
you p-ssies you just suspect
now jump up in the mosh pit
show you why i’m the convict
that hammer on the 9 cl!ckеd
send his ass to the morgue
gеt his f-cking mind picked
he getting his f-cking mind picked

jeremiah died, and i ain’t lie, he got sent straight to h-ll
ain no heaven for the gangsters, either death or rot in jail
i got homies in for credit fraud, but they ain’t never tell
you a sheep, you follow other people round, yo name is tail
[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f-ck yo thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f-ck you think i am
i don’t give a f-ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b-tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear

talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p-ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p-ssy to just fold when you get in a jam

[verse]
chilling wit some ethiopians up in the condo
the dime i flip like rondo
your shot ain’t good like hondo
don dada the head honcho
i need my money pr-nto
roll up wit the fronto
how many hoes i got dos

talking to the motherf-cking mob (b-tch thats me)
scared, well you ain’t rich to rob (friend to me)
you crying, cuz we shoot to k!ll on job (laser beam)
you talking to the motherf-cking mob, yea b-tch that’s me

[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f-ck your thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f-ck you think i am
i don’t give a f-ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b-tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear
talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p-ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p-ssy to just fold when you get in a jam

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