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Lletres: Saliva. Every Six Seconds. Doperide.

Yeah

Comin' down like a hatchet, rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches atop of a gasoline package
Throwin' rhymes like ratchets
Playas with passion comin' disastrous bashin'

Runnin' round with the wrong crowd acting like you all down
Bout it, bout it but you bow down
What's up with you, what's up with you, what's up with me
You're the one that I see through

Right, left take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride

Getting paid in the last days rage of the teenage
Comin' out strong and hard and on the front page
Haven't I stated, never been faded?
If you're steppin' up, for sure you're getting wasted

Hangin' out base in time you're wasted
Hear you talkin' local scene, I'm talkin' nation
Everything I will be, everything I should be
Everything you'll never be, everything you can't but wanna be

Right, left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride

No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs

Yeah all this [Incomprehensible]
Yeah yeah, I'mma show you how we do it that
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Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, throwin' my matches atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package
Rollin' with the masses
Throwin' my matches, atop of a gasoline package

Right, left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah
Right, left take a ride

No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs
No apologies like I'm born again
No authorities gonna fumble my legs
No apologies like I'm born again, yeah, yeah, yeah