Deixa o Clima Rolar (feat. Deezy) - Força Suprema & Dope Boyz

Deixa eu decidir se é cedo ou tarde Espera eu considerar Vê se eu vou assim chique-à-vontade Qual o tom do lugar Enquanto eu penso você sugeriu Um bom motivo pra tudo atrasar E ainda é cedo pra lá Chegando às seis tá bom demais Deixa o verão pra mais tarde Uh ah ãã aeãeã Não tô muito afim de novidade Fila em banco de bar Considere toda hostilidade Que há da porta pra lá Enquanto eu fujo você inventou Qualquer desculpa pra gente ficar E assim a gente não sai Que esse sofá tá bom demais Deixa o verão pra mais tarde Uh ah ãã aeãeã E eu digo, cá entre nós Deixa o verão pra mais tarde Uh ah ãã aeãeã

Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45 Well shit what you need shawty Ay these these bd's right here shawty Ay this that this that noyd too shawty You can't get no better than this right here Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9 Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine) It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale Yeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawty Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp For the... Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah Nigga want that weight got it for the high high You can't even supply the package I buy I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes Buy my own blow so the profits all mine How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow Getting do' fo' sure Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it? What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down? If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down 37's ki's in da grill of the broam Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes All most gone ain't got but four mo' Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow Nothing left for you but to count my do' Just something else to do while I blow my dro' 350k what I paid for the shit Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks Getting rich in this bitch Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga Da dope boyz, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL From the SWATS on Campbelton Road On over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand On over to Candler Road Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low I'm coming to get some Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there

(Greetings, earthlings) Uh, yeah From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowing spitting his game Coming up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens ain't changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga that's from the A-Town see The home of the Bankhead Bounce Campbellton Road and other city streets Enough of the verality, fallacy, butter we speak not fiction Speaking of pulling yo' girl looking at Jheri curls you bitches Everytime I rhyme for y'all, I'm looking to prove a point Kicking a freestyle every now and then But mostly off the joint See I smoke good 'cause see it go good wit them flows, boy The nigga the B-I-G like Tony Rich nobody knows why But me and my folks, 'cause y'all niggas jokes like The Joker I'm sick of these wack ass rappers like I'm tired of hoes in chokers Who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion? This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Post slums It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac This ol' sucka MC stepped up to me Challenged Andre to a battle and I stood there patiently As he spit and stumbled over cliches, so called freestyling Whole purpose just to make me feel low, I guess you wilding And I say look boy, I ain't for that fuck shit; so fuck this Let me explain "only child" style so you don't dis' I grew up to myself not round no park bench Just a nigga busting flows off in apartments Now, who them boys that be having it crunk every occasion? This side niggas dusting, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs Asking where we come from? South Post slums It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It's just two dope boys in a Cadillac It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods, Coupes to the Villes Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here we cutting the fool now I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm through now Don't you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead Looking around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts, sluts and hoes they get evicted I'm dealing wit' queens in my castle ain't worth it to risk it Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the pro-jects Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex Or no diamond at the exit with a sign saying "We'll rap for food" My face is bawled up 'cause I ain't in a happy mood While my partner got the squeegee and the windex 'Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax- Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E Prone to finish this out because this be a free-style Now, who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion? This side niggas dustin, that side niggas lacing But in the middle we stay calm We just drop

Tú siempre me robaste el corazón Me diste lo mejor que hay en tu ser Fuiste la dueña de mi gran pasión, mujer Recuerdo los momentos que pasamos Vivimos el calor de aquellos días Conservo de tus labios el sabor a miel Inexplicablemente se esfumó Tal vez llegó el hastío y lo acabó Como llegó, nuestro amor se desapareció Se desapareció Y solo quedan escombros Se desapareció Y solo quedan (escombros) Es lo que queda de este amor Escombros Fuiste la dueña de mi gran pasión Y no entiendo por qué nuestro castillo de amor se derrumbó Es lo que queda de este amor Escombros Y no cumplimos aquella promesa Que una vez juntos hicimos delante del altar de Dios Es lo que queda de este amor Escombros Nunca pensé que fuera a terminar así Cada uno en su camino, cada cual con su destino Es lo que queda de este amor Escombros Si todo era un idilio, si todo era pasión Ahora yo solo veo cenizas de este amor Eh, es todo lo que queda de este amor (escombros) Lo digo con dolor, lo digo con asombro (escombros) Es difícil aceptarlo, después de tanto que te quería (escombros) Tanto, tanto, me hizo pensar que era fantasía (escombros) Y no te lo doy, no te lo doy, no te lo doy, no te lo do- ¿Qué nos pasó, vida mía? (escombros) Ahora mi cama, mm, de noche está vacía (escombros) Así como llegó, nuestro amor desapareció (escombros) Y es que llegó el hastío y todo, todo lo acabó (escombros) Virgen de Fátima ¿Y por qué tanto escombro?