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ft t3 young rj guilty simpson slum village - decadence (ft. t3, young rj & guilty simpson) - slum village lyrics

hook:
dream team you’re better then you listen them
night dark ain’t no –catching them,
n-gg-s talk tall and can’t act for them
i guess they got the f-cking hallos for tacking them
just speak on the dark ..it’s decadence
you’re running with rars decadence
you can’t see us is decadence
we the realest around n-gg- we spark again.

i’m out to order my buy polling this order lord
the horror that killed..and i’m f-ckin explore
i turn the sward into a man’s, i’m buying stroker
i drain the bot on this strap and rhyme oprah
i been this you .. and clime ..
and a desert with seven lims no science hopeless,
you never wins i’m better than ever been,
they say i’m going for wow, i’ve never been a wind,
our body dudes, and hit their holla chins,
we the tighest word the chains and tight us,
i offer this mine is the ridest, guide us with mike’s us link

[hook:]

ball in the corner pocket, and..shooting moving targets
underground like the black market,
rocking stones not clothes unexjoints where black diamonds
don’t wanna live with holla points, rock diam sh-t,
gucci shades with the night vision
so even when it’s dark i’ma technition
slip game keep it warm like it a cope mine
in my own lane never do it like they do
sudden some whatever i touch down like ey you,
pay dues, official like a may do,
reasor, dealer, i’m from the same school.

[hook:]

this to the villa, all the way back to 8 pilla, ace fill up,
greater it’s bitter, patient as a crave digger,
meaning i wait for a sound then i react why you’re playing around then i
produce the hit the way i do it, don’t know if it’s beat for makign music,
i got your number homie, tailor suit it,
i mesure your arms before i slay your shooters,
i take em do it, i’m samuel as h-ll for fought fiction
then i give em h-ll like h-ll and twist wings
brainstorming why you try to send sale.
the rest fail, tryin do the real the hustle,
i got a candle at least with no muzzles,
your whole team’s on the bubble,
and we’re buzzin of giving them trouble
we’re living searching to the rubble.

- ft t3 young rj guilty simpson slum village lyrics

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