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barrow a toast - syn suitcase lyrics

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[verse 1: syn suitcase]
slip in the
spit a prayer and hope you don’t get murked
slipping a fist to the phonies’ tryna fire back and i ain tryna get their word

pause this f*cking tape and let the filters pass through the soul
i’m the type of mother f*cker to slip a foot in their ass till their feces corrade
and i let these letters know

cruz and the other of dawgs set in the row
i’m all gone in the mind today but the hoes will know
i’m sorry tris and mace my betrayed ways outta my arm sp*cе and gone on the low

, making this album with the homies i roll with
i don’t smoke, but i smoke with
i don’t sling dope, but i’d sling dope with

cold in this place causes the sore throat
let’s build this boat, sail in the seas look for dolphins n’ sea life to provoke

if i’m dead they’d know the door code, set my body afloat
make all the women soak, the top 5 the goat
but today i’m gone so let’s all raise a toast

- syn suitcase lyrics

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