Corrección Letra Droogish par Q. Allanz

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(Verse 1)
Looks like another Hard days work, the same grind but a different fiend
They can't wait to put my name in there system like nicotine
Never wrote a movie, but I'm 'bout to flip the script
Ain't nothing changed, still play the game same time card but a different shift
Some thinking the album won't sell unless I cuss or I gang bang
I'm still in the streets with the average heat, we're just not in the same lane
Our smiles are not similar, we don't have the same fangs
My cuts are way deeper, we don't experience the same pain
Another day another decimal earned
Another way another hustle, cry that came through the dirt
From elementary to now I plan to put 'em in a trance
Got mainstream shook 'cuz it's finally a crook that isn't sagging his pants
I heard 'em say they want the heat, so I'm bringing the fire
And they want me to add some static, well I'm fresh out the dryer
I'm definitely hear to fix it, I got the wrench and the pliers
It's time to show 'em how to stomp, so when I start to rocc, around the vampire

Give me a second, I'ma have the place groovin'
We gone party until we drop
Ain't nothing wrong with getting wild
Lose it, for the moment, we so raw
Side to side, front to bacc moving
I can feel it, it's getting hot
No it ain't gone stop, no it ain't gone stop
I'm so on

(Verse 2)
I continue to shoot the gift like I'm Saint Nicc with a handgun
I should ve aiming at succas speaking foul at the mouth
Talking about there catching them bodies in large amounts
Just for the record, Call of Duty does not count
And I can't trust a broad who got a collection of wigs
So what I'm a freak, I ain't gonna give her a chance to give me the HIV
Yeah, she's fine, but not gonna make me a hospital patient
Only clap I ever got from a chicc was a standing ovation
But I appreciate you tuned into my station
I hope you got the volume up and listen well to my narrations
Don't get it bent, I got 2 Horns under tHis Halo
Try to bring rucqus my way, you gonna find out wHy I carry potatoes
Now, let's get it rigHt, you know I'm tHe master of ceremonies
Going against tHe opposing team, you stepped in to my territory
I thought you really wanted beef, but I just smell bologna
Trying to run out with the wolves, but all you cats are Hella phoney

Man, I'm so groovy witH it
WHen I release my album, I sHould put out a movie witH it
I tHank God everyday I wake up 'cuz it could've been worse
Hopefully, my fatHer will forgive me for bringing a knife in tHe cHurcH
Since birtH, been a wordsmitH, making 'em sweat out tHeir perms quicc
I got 'em all losing tHeir minds like tHey were Hitting tHe sHerm sticc
Got rid of a lot of fake people wHo tried to do me ugly
But tHere ain't no love lost, you just got lost 'cuz you didn't love me
In tHe mean time, Mr. Hate don't Have no fun in Him
He mad 'cuz I won't put on no tracc sHoes and go run witH Him
Wanna get on tHe stage and rocc witH me? I ain't finna take a plunge witH Him
Came to tHe studio and brung 2 goons and a gun witH Him (coward)
It ain't over, power, pass me tHe Hennessy
Hopefully, I don't spill it wHile I'm putting out all tHis energy
You migHt not like it but I don't care wHat you tHink
I'm still gone keep it 5000 witH Quarter Poundz, playa, raise tHe ankH

(repeat 2x)

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