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lirik lagu fast ones – codefendents

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when the boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising
don’t be surprised when them rats start cannibalizing
sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped t**th
from mistaking the reef from being shallow, hollow and weak
i watch ’em wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumptions
this ain’t the place for the faint of heart
it’s cold and it loves nothing
snare, kick, hi*hat
boom bap, doom raps
fast cash, class war
cl!ck clack
who that?
see me with a sword, better head for the door
double*time, chop chop
deep throat neck gash
am i really gonna have to slow it down for all you dummies in the back?
pulled a fast one
our sleight of hand got it past them
they always absent ’til the cash come
come f*ck around and catch a bad one
a bad one
pulled a fast one
our sleight of hand got it past them
they always absent ’til the cash come
come f*ck around and catch a bad one
a bad one
sometimes we gotta pull a fast one
i have seen many intelligent beings act dumb
quick l!ck, up on the streets fools make a lot of excuses
endless stories, call ’em sl!ck rick
b*tch boys like to act tough ’til the moment erupts
you can punch drunkenly at me but i’ll probably be dropping a n*z*
cl!ck cl!ck, pop pop, twelve gonna put me in cuffs
it’s okay, if i get locked up, i’ma be swimming in honey buns
commissary paid, i don’t need to break a leg, no i never had much luck
only got a lot of love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop, and punk rock
y’all so short sighted trend*hoppers biting
ain’t n0body gonna get up in the way of my energy and they better be ready
for what the universe brings
bitter pill, fentanyl
i don’t got enough fingers to count the friends it k!lled
yes, i’ve kissed the floor before, linoleum
girls have called me a fat wreck but now i win
we don’t do this for the motherf*cking fame, that’s so f*cking lame
punk rap poseurs get the f*ck out of our way
we were born into this game, f*ck your instagram
that brand new mohawk must have scrambled your brain
ay, we used to say f*ck the coppers on ayahuasca
all i want is knockers and poppers to keep it poppin’
i’ve been living so off balance
that even drowning’s a f*cking challenge
violence every day
this ain’t f*ckin’ fantasy island
n*ggas wildin’
i was when it used to be attitudes
now it’s just a minstrel, black fists
it’s black fools
clowns in black face
night of the f*cking baseheads you f*ckin’ laced
your homie is part of the f*ckin’ feds (ahhh)
but i saw light on that f*ckin’ mic
that f*ckin’ fat mike played some sh*t that i f*ckin’ liked
sketchy motherf*ckers from the night painted f*cking right
we gon’ stick our f*ckin’ fingers in the world’s dyk*s
trying to get these words out
pushin’ these f*ckin’ kites
cuz you gon’ serve a third of your f*ckin’ life
tryin’ to keep it hot boy
got you another strike
f*ckin’ with that pop boy
easy as eric right?
all i want is guns, food, and fun
land, moon, and sun
sovereign, watching my problems burn a trillion ones
on a bunch of bad b*tches
who gag his ass snitchin’
but f*ck ’em cuz this sh*t ain’t the same
that’s how they livin’

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