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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? (What?) Super thuggers thumping on the cut Run, my motherfucking Uzi weighs a ton Hit the drum 'til you hear it go "brrum-pum-pum-pum" Run, piety just really isn't us, what a rush See you cutting up a pie, that's my lunch Run, your bitch is out of pockets when I cum It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son Yeah, ever ready baby boy, barely moving Extra heavy whipping Chevy, gotta get it Eat spaghetti with the mobsters Vegan pricks, feed 'em dick 'cause they don't eat no steak and lobster Sosa was my hero, homie, Tony's just a fucking copper 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 self, I say self is divine 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 hogging loogies at the swine Ayy What you say? What you say? Ayy I don't give a fuck What you say? Ayy What you say? What you say? Ayy What you gonna do? We the motivating, devastating, captivating Ghost and Rae relating product of the fucking 80s Coke dealing babies never regulating, bag accumulating It would not be overstating to say they are underrated The pride 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 smoking indica Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh TV got no temperature Even if it did, shit be cool as penguin Pussy on the polar cap peninsula Colder than your baby mama heart when she find out you been fucking With that other broad and you ain't got that rent for her I know you just about motherfuckin' had it, our shit is just magic Go figure, the runts of the litter did it without scabbing Was frying in the fat of the land of your man is mashing We back of the class and laughing, you raising a hand and tapping My nigga Daniel Lockett had left a note with a winky face Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do something tragic We'll shrinky-dinky all of that yapping, it's automated The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it'll have it Ah, eu atravesso cidades sem precisar de carona Eu nasci pra usar Puma, 'cês são tudo cafona Esses caras 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 What you say? What you say? Ayy I don't give a fuck What you say? Ayy What you say? What you say? Ayy