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laurd breeze - city runners lyrics

[hook 1]
live and die with hypocrisies, keep a joint like apostrophes, me and you are isosceles, we are not the same x3
the flow move like berettas if it need to compete with you n-gg-s forever

my head stuck in the a gloomy weather, feel like a rapper with coogi sweater
rain down standing under berettas, living for the money get you under the cellars, but it’s all irrelevant, i think i need to h-lla vent
and all these rappers got me feeling h-lla bent, pause, i don’t play much, when it come to the gudda, chill with some method users i swim
with the barracudas, f-ck with your brother
hold nuts and go nuts for the crowd smelling louder than when crickets out
no yoga i’m stretching n-gg-s out, tired of chilling out, hold you over with the flow it’s bone chilling now
you a victim of cold k!lling now, truman capote with the way i study what i write, how you could k!ll a man in cold blood like f-ck his life, left the hometown so i could the hunnids right, hunnid stacks, till i hit a money max
dreaming like i’m dreamius i’m the best at running back
k!ller with flow like chukka hate it had to come to that
cream get the millie’s bringing b-tter back, b-tter bean -ss n-gg- got his pockets fat, but i’m chillin on the money raps
i gotta lotta problems but the mary what i cope with, feeling h-lla gritty where the lotion think i’m losing focus, high up in the sky they focus on bogies shit is bogus, let a n-gg- go, try to take a n-gg-s soul
not metaphysics but i’m metaphysical, po po’s tryna hit my n-gg-s mo
look in a scope to my brain and i could probably sign with interscope, you see this shit is wavy visions from a boat
n-gg-s changing on the spot like play-doh
n-gg-s acting funny then i’m giving loe the say so, karmic helping get the queso, hill n-gg-s make you lay low
i’d never vote for you but i could make a n-gg- pay dro

[hook 2]

[bridge]
couple fifties in my pocket run the city with a couple biddies, got a quarter milli on my mind tryna figure out, how the f-ck am i gon’ get em out x2

- laurd breeze lyrics

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