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Baco Exu do Blues, Run the Jewels

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Ayy! Ayy! What you gonna do? Run, here come the menaces to sobriety like what? Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut Run, my motherfuckin' Uzi weighs a ton Hit the drum 'til you hear it go brrum-bum-bum-bum Run, piety just really isn't us, what a rush See you cuttin' up a pie, that's my lunch Run, your motherfuckin' pockets when I come It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son Yeah, ever ready baby boy of Bettie movin' extra heavy Whippin' Chevy, gotta get it, eat spaghetti with the mobsters Vegan bitches, feed 'em dick 'cause They don't eat no steak and lobster Sosa was my hero, homie, Tony's just a fuckin' hossa Out of sight, out of mind, out of touch, out of time Man, I'll smoke a bogie backwards with a thumb up like it's fine Run, sleep is up, I say, "Supper's redefined" Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line Run, tragically struck down in my prime By the speed at which the bags are dropping, shoulda watched the sky You don't wanna live this life, it's really not sublime I'm only doing what I want while hockin' loogies at the swine Ayy! Ayy! I don't give a fuck, I'm in sight Ayy! Ayy! What you gonna do? We the motivating, devastating, captivating Ghost and Rae relating product of the fuckin' eighties Coke dealin' babies, never regulating, bag accumulating It would not be overstating to say they are underrated Proud of Brooklyn and the Grady, baby, we don't need no compliments Or confidence, our attitude and latitude is, "Fuck you, bitch" Summer leather bombers, dookie ropes and smokin' indica Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Myka Wynde, bruh TV got no temperature Even if it did, bitch, we cool as Penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula Colder than your baby mama heart (Heart) When she find out you been fuckin' with that Other broad and you ain't got that rent for her I know you just about me fuckin' had it, our shit is just magic Go figure the runts and the litter did it without scabbin' Was fryin' in the fat of the land of your man is mashin' We back of the class and laughin', you raisin' a hand and tappin' Might shit it in your locker then left a note with a winky face Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do somethin' tragic We'll shrinky-dinky all of that yappin', it's automated The gears of the rapper shred 'em on accident, it'll happen Ah, eu atrovo as cidades sem precisar de carona Eu nasci pra usar Puma, 'cês são tudo cafona Esses negos me imitam tipo clones da sombra Devo ser terrorista porque todos são bomba Uma mamacita latina comigo na autoestrada Parados na fronteira com droga importada Ela cospe tanto que parece minha arma Eu tentando dar a fuga, ela baba e atrapalha Foda-se, seu polícia, 'cê tá meio equivocado Eu não sou mexicano, eu sou baiano, caralho Um pretin' perigoso, gostoso e bronzeado Kanye West da Bahia, corpo e carro blindado Ayy! Ayy! I don't give a fuck, I'm in sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight Ayy! Ayy! Sight