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lirik lagu devotion – knowledge the pirate & big ghost ltd

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[intro]
pirate
all my n*ggas, word, son, sacrificied a lot out here (real sh*t)

[verse 1]
cigar’s lit, black bottles with black roses and a gold vase
my man just came home and they charged ’em with a cold case
gun on our waist, yeah, we chose our fate (god, if you don’t beat this murder, son, he ain’t gone never get a release date, boy)
unwrap the brick then he sniffed the eight
up north with his pole, where the weather so cold that it froze his face (i can’t feel my face)
he kept it solid when he faced the judge
he never testified about who was the plug
we came up from the sandbox, ain’t got it out the mud
quick to peel a slug, and spill your blood
if you f*ck with one of my n*ggas, man, you knew what the f*ck it was (that n*gga gotta go, son)
’cause i, always for my n*ggas
if needed so than i supply that cash
pick up a stash, whip, cook up and baggin’
then split the profits in half (we gon’ split all this sh*t up, my n*gga)
n*ggas cringe and they mad
’cause we gettin’ to that bag, drivin’ benzes and jags
louisville stuff with hundred*thousand in cash (this sh*t here)
waitin’ for that food like doordash (it be here any minute, boy)
i can see snow in the forecast
40 below black skimask
don’t come through my hood if you ain’t got a g*pass
that’s how you get your brand new v splashed, uh, yo
[interlude]
yeah, don’t get that lil’ v8 splashed up, n*gga, word
pirate
my n*ggas
these streets (my n*gga, you already know), i’m runnin’ man (yo)
listen

[verse 2]
chanel purses, mister [?] want chicken from church’s
them red bottoms scratchin’ the earth’ surface
christian dior, valentino
fifty*thousand black chips, playin’ blackjack in some f*ckin’ casino
sometime i feel like lucky luciano
off*white flannel, lightin’ a candle in my manhattan condo
word to mommy, had to toe in that army camo
loadin’ that draco with ammo, like a black rambo

[outro]
pirate, y’all already how i give it up, son
i keep that sh*t a hundred, boy, times ten
that’s a thousand, n*gga, word, do the math
all in all, you know? them dead, peace

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