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Nasty C - Let Me In lyrics


Get up on my ladder, I-
-I-I spend a night on a satellite
And I ain't coming back tonight
No I ain't coming back tonight

They made millions off this rap sh**
You can't tell me that's magic
Rabbit-out-the-a** sh**, that sh**
I guess I gotta go practice right?
Make a sacrifice for the flashing lights

[Verse 1]

I've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of attitude
As long as she can walk the walk-
As long as she can bark the bark
She can say a lot if she knows where to park the car

I know a lot like a valet dude- stay on my toes like a ballet move
I graduated from the streets my n***a,-
Even though that ain't school-
I learned how these moves made men and this young made man made moves

I made it clear- my kind of common sense is rare
I kind of sense the opposite got in common- fear
So watch and stare, you mights see Pac appear
They told me “think out- ” (I live out) -the box, you square

I had a dream that my momma wrote back-
She told me stay onto your rap, keep a hard head- break bricks at the Mario trap
And now I'm in the corner dealing with dealing this audio-crack

I'm still mad at Jesus to this day-
He put mom in that taxi- that seat- bullet to the dome- gla** pieces to the face
I don't know my mom and I'm fiending for her face
Y'all fiending for a Tape?
Y'all fiending for that Price City?
That Rapsun+Blacksun, yall fiending for a taste?
Man, yall seeking for a trace?-
I'm a billlion and 17 feet above this place


[Verse 2]

I've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of altitude-
As long as she don't choke at ease
And if she falls onto her knees- I hope she holds onto a tree and smokes all the leaves
-i know you're listening
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And if I ever go missing and disappear,-
Follow my footprints in the air
When you start getting lost in the fog, just call, I'm there
Bring a missile and a chair

The stories I tell when I make yall songs
I make yall yell when I take yall' souls
Young black angel- with a black halo-
A place called hell is a place called home

Cause I never had it easy-
Nothing but a heavy-letter-sequence-
Go against what every pastor preaching
Dreams 'fore I barely had the eat 'fore I sleep and
Goals 'fore I barely pa** the defense- G-sh**!

Your bullsh** is irrelevant
I'm Ag- not the element, separate, I'm a veteran. You're kinda Shady like Eminem
I'm -on key- like piano men,-
f**ing b**hes I've never met

-Been rapping since Elementary School-
Started smoking heavily, then you resented me-
Its cool though
I just hope you're proud of me
If you can see my footprints when the moon hits, shawty you can follow me

I bet if Ca**per said this y'all would hit twitter and go wild
If AKA said it you would consider this an audio gold mine
I bet if K.O said it, you would go on twitter and happily quote lines
But a young kid said it and you ain't gon' pay him no mind



I think I have a motto- “live life, live life like you hit the lotto”
You ain't gotta have a lot, yo,-
Just some pot, yo,-
Rapsun, Blacksun - the CrackBros
Coming for your back door-
Matter of fact, yo-

[(The game gon' let me in one day)
-Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
-Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in one day)
-Damn what you say, damn what you say
(The game gon' let me in, f** yall,dunk on all of yall)]. - x2

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