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Konrad Abramowicz
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Letras
No doubt that I'm skeptical
And I don't sweat nothing technical
Man, I'm in the zone bumping methadone
Doing prednisone, feeling hella torqued
Always coming respectable
'Cause my momma she taught me to bless the food
So I came through playing silver spoons
Till I pinched the fork and I'm blessing you and I'm feasting
Motherfucker, I'm beasting
Wanna know all my secrets? It ain't nothing special
I'm eating all of my vegetables
And I'm taking all of you tater head
Carrot top, cabbage patch kids
Sit you down on my granite top
You ain't saying shit but we chop it up
And we get the stash and we lock it up
Get the keys jump in the whip
Then we dip where they whipping keys
Wholesale the rock and we split the brick
Pussy ass ain't saying shit
Pussy ass ain't saying nothing
Lotta cats done came and went
But we still banging
Still thugging
Still banging, making hits
Still banging, with ya bitch
Still banging, extra clips
Toe tagging, just for kicks
Toe tagging for the hell of it, man
I be toe tagging leaving hella dead and
If you gon' drag me to the pearly gates
I'll bring a thirty-eight and make a hell of it just like
Getting neck while I bottle the whiskey
Show no respect but i know for a sec
Nobody going diss p-pop that tech
You prolly going miss me
Fucking livid
'Cause I fucking live it
Y'all fucking with it 'cause y'all get it
No fucking gimmick
Bitches, I see deceit in your speech when it leak through your teeth
You better reap what you sow or sew all the holes in your cheek
These folks going creep through the door but they too focused on me
My bro going reach for your dome and have you soaked to your feet
I mean it, I handle mine, this is something you can't deny
Hand to hand transaction, this ass whooping you can't decline
Skinny ****, toothpick, appetite of a mastermind
And I'm fucking your bitch, sorry, I had to pass the time
Y'all too focused on your image
Picture life behind these bars
But you can't live out your whole sentence
Homie, tell me what the business
Put your money where your mouth is
Flip these pancakes and these honeys
While I'm yelling out blouses
I'm out
Written by: Konrad Abramowicz