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Cold June

 

Cold June

(álbum: Smithy - 2019)


Uh, yeah

Like a tight pussy, mad that I came quick
And it was a squeeze 'cause my fat dick don't fit
I let the walls bust through while it soak, drip by drip
And keep a.38 up on the hip
Pimps and thugs, I send love cliques with guns
Pistols, slugs, and sell drugs, sit with none
We got, lots of time, and shit we could
We might as well so let's be gone, uh
Poverty rampant, slums not abandoned
Wage war, politicians come and demand it
Feel soil, eyes dirty from sleeping in mud
I speak crud, man, I live in it, don't budge
Break and crumble I don't, we live hard
I feel nothing but hard times, that's just life
Stick it and move, gotta get with the groove
Only one rule in the jungle: that's no rules
You running out of breath in the run of a cold June
Sleeping with paranoia, fucking you so good
It keep coming back for a second
One time, I had to duck from shots during breakfast
This one time, a group of niggas snatched on my necklace
I had to jump out the whip with a tool like mechanics
Almost made the daily news, just made it home before 7
Heard that they been robbing on the local 7-Eleven
Pray they never hit the corner block where my cousin living
Driving down the block, there's more danger than speed limits and cross walks
When you cross the rocks, men will turn into armed guards
Protecting the turf, Berettas alert
They pop a pussy just for pressing his shirt
If you wanna talk to me, you need full permission
Disclosure, no closure
They dying like some dogs on the sofa
I need to say it once
Love to tell you "I told ya"
You pussy niggas never make it out when its over
I feel closed but closer looked life over
You feel chosen hope so be my soldier
Give life, watch over sleep, that coma
And then die, receipts for me, my commas
I love that to spend, I claim my checks
You love death I guess and pay my rent
We raise taxes, shit, well suck my dick
I fuck poor for breakfast, that's my sitch
I love Franklin, Grant, and Washington
You don't know my thing, I don't know them

I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here
I really wanna know how shit gon' end this year
I spend more in debt, I take yours quick
Who would of thought America would end like this?
I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here
I really wanna know how shit gon' end this year
I spend more in debt, I take yours quick
Who would of thought America would end like this?

I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here
I really wanna know how shit gon' end this year
Fukkit, pussy (Fukkit, pussy)

feito

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