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letra de untitled/bill - zekeultra

[intro: zekeultra]
money in the os
money in the os

[verse 1: zekeultra]
mama tryna tell me slow down
but she don’t know i’m off the fo’ now
b-tches sniffin’ blow now ‘fore they go down
so every time i think of pressin’ on the brakes
i think ’bout what i got to lose and i choose to accelerate
i’m feelin’ great now
cup of vodka to the face now
couple of hours, hockin’ vomit in your vase
tell yo mama clean the place up
i’m why they made sl-ts
i get my nut, go, i don’t settle for pay cuts
ingesting substance, my favourite way to function
they boostin’ to boost production to fuel my lager consumption
but the kush got me
my b-tch clean but she suck sloppy
only got her ’cause she f-ck properly (f-ck)
but i need that weed, got me on relapse
the block hotter than the spot where the fiends nap
so i split the swisher, hit the b-tch, then ash it afterwards
cash involved, i’m runnin’ until my casket close (church)
[hook: zekeultra]
i’m from the city where they’ll never hear the bullets
’til they hit’em in they back n-gga (i don’t really need much)
them n-ggas coming
by the time they start to runnin’ it be too late to react
i don’t even need the cars n-gga, or the money or the hoes
money or the hoes
catch me swinging through your door n-gga
catch me swinging through your door n-gga (’til the wheels fall)

[verse 2: zekeultra]
recognize i’m still a black pride n-gga
so they shove me into boxes
voice inside my head told me: “ain’t no other option, so k!ll, n-gga”
from the womb to the casket
i smoke from the blunts now my voice got a rasp in it
no love for a chick who ain’t passionate about somethin’
funny how my case got a basket of nothing
i’m slumped and drunk off my ass off this sh-t that i bought
with this check i just cashed, man
never heard of ls, ’cause we all winners
still high, hit the ramp with the four-wheeler
full-force, put a blowtorch to the source of the problems
i’m nauseous, i’m gone off the bottle
f-ck the police, i’m not trying to be more polite
and when i’m made up my mind, i’m not taking no more advice
roll the dice, n-ggas coming for your life, out of strife
blade slippin’ through your skin like my d-ck in your wife
f-ck your life, n-gga
[hook: zekeultra]
i’m from the city where they’ll never hear the bullets
’til they hit’em in they back n-gga (i don’t really need much)
them n-ggas coming
by the time they start to runnin’ it be too late to react
i don’t even need the cars n-gga, or the money or the hoes
money or the hoes
catch me swinging through your door n-gga
catch me swinging through your door n-gga (’til the wheels fall)

- zekeultra

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