corrija a letra Letra Arm And Hammer (FULL SONG) por Earl Sweatshirt

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Yo whats up
Whats up pimp, hi
I'm feeling myself
Uh, didn't have to listen

Sit the f**k up, this is no time to reclam
They say time is money, so I don't do free time
I'm so productive, I'm reproductive
My rhymes bree rhymes and knows rhymes bree rhymes
And knows bree D' lies
So there's no getting past it
I spit gold M.J's casket, ya'll plastic
I'm so above average, my flow's in the attic
I spit crack, get your hands raised like taxes
No practice, ye a five star general
A nice guy, my flow is a certified criminal
Uh, so they try to get rid of him and me
But my creativity is red like me and Italy

That makes me say whats up pimp
Yo whats up pimp
Ye, Sly n***a
Uh, let it rise, thats that savage sh*t

Uh, South's champion
Fly Sly, they ask when he gon' land again
Its so anthemic, the flow's cancerous
N***as want the game back, they asking what the ransom is
How about when a Megan Fox's t**s in a pack of cigs
And a kitty cat and an outfit to attack it in (Meow)
Straight rancid, I'm dropping sh*t like Lexatives
White fleece n***a off a Hypebeast Antenna
Tell everybody I'm too crack to sniff
And add it to the fact that every addict is addicted
I subtract wackness faster than Shack Pack sh*t
Average a** rappers can't see me like crack gla**es
Ye, I get cabs and spit savage
Strictly black magic, ya'll are craptastic
You motherf**kin' rap actors take action and get a hall pa** for this cla** act sh*t

They can't take it anymore
Let me just get out of here they can't, nah man

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