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letra de matilda - zelooperz

[intro]

[verse]
pray more, say less
all that talking made me depressed
you was stressed but never rocked no payless
i had shakes from the crips to the shoes
show you better than i can tell you
first p-ss the ‘wood down like a heirloom
and i went through ’em bare-boo
[?] lets face it
[?] shot my ‘unc in his face
tryna make sure that his family ate
he used to paint portraits in the ‘pen
see him for a month, he go right back in
i always knew what it would take
get rich or die trying on the way
this sh-t remind me of matilda
tryna be that fat boy with the cake

[chorus]
gluttony, tryna rupture me
trying to get in my head, but they can’t f-ck with me
i get p-ssed, cuz the past stuck with me
reaper come for me, but ain’t n-body come for me
i got more to do, nothing left to say
silence keep me company cuz we relate
when i close my eyes, when i feel sane
used to have these dreams, but now they feel the same

[verse 2]
she gon’ dog a n-gg- like i deserve it
i just do her dirt, cuz she worth it
leave it scaled down filled up fortune
that other side still haven’t split they portions
i know cuz i see it with my third eye
and i spend that money like a turbine
roullette gon’ keep the tables turning
they gon’ bet they last on my trick dice
i just take the chance, cuz they aiming for a bullseye
and my view looking like a bird’s eye
f-ck all that hoorah
i’m only here to do ya
i send you to your ruler
[?] too high
thought you had me for a millisecond
that sh-t is not effective
you boys is not eclectic
tryna k!ll me you gon’ need reflection
vampire in the mirror, empty like my semi

[verse 3]
christian, but she still ain’t sh-t
you gon’ wait for that p-ssy, but her brain ain’t hit
imma f-ck her mind, till that pain ain’t there
imma let that sit, till the flame ain’t there
listen, f-ck a rock on a wrist
can’t rock like this if your blood ain’t thick
b-tches think i’m dying like them
till i jump off a building and i fly up out of there
distance, i can’t die like them
don’t get high like them
i get fried like fish
concentrate my hits
can’t avoid my b-tch
don’t rock skinny jeans
cuz the glock don’t fit
i am not like them
i don’t stop like them
i need drugs in the hood
i am not like them
i don’t stop like them
i need drugs for a hug

- zelooperz

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