Letra de Inglorious Bastards - Clipse

(Feat. Ab-Liva)

When we are together, we got power

We have shifted from having a seizure

About what the man got, to seizing what we need

Burn, baby, burn!

Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is

With an apron that's whiter than the Pope's is

(This is culturally inappropriate)

Spread distribution, wide open

Now all the smokers call him Moses

Heron browner than baby roaches

Got your bitch bent over like scoliosis

Watching Tiafoe with the Open

That's the only back and forth that I'm posting

We really netted what we grossing

By the way, I'm writin' this on an ocean

(This is culturally inappropriate)

By the way, this anchor's really frozen

By the way, the sinkers being loaded

Cause by the way, this thinker's really chosen

Head halo'ing

Seated in a late foreign

Name a bitch who ain't going

Two tone with the Royce rolling

(This is culturally inappropriate)

Just a glimpse what the boy holding

Knocking over all you toy soldiers

One plus four acres, no neighbors

I remember the days of no cable

(This is culturally inappropriate)

Columbian stallions in a stable

With natural titties and no navels

Only work getting done is on the table

Death to skimmers and shavers

I'm allergic to anything other than money behavior

Inglorious, victorious

Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious

Tell me is we trafficking or trickin'

Somebody gotta show me the difference

Stand on every word whenever I wrote shit

Under my boots, nigga, nothin' but goat shit

(This is culturally inappropriate)

I was fine getting rich under their noses

Today, a nigga celebrate to ya and post it

Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium

McLaren hypercar, no petroleum

Back then, hid work under linoleum

That thinking got me standing on this podium

Chop the roof off, nigga this coupe talk

A Virginia nigga driving in New York

(This is culturally inappropriate)

State trap ducking

My tints was too dark

The money's in a trailer car

Fuck what you thought

Been playin' in the snow like Rudolph

In that 2 door, roof helping me cool off

Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler

Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar

Niggas trying to stop my play, Parisian nights

Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right

Lou Vuitton, hug my arms

Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm

(This is culturally inappropriate)

The chauffeurs are made

Flights are chartered

The villas in the hills are paved

Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved

Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved

Inglorious, victorious

Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious

(This is culturally inappropriate)

Tell me is we trafficking or trickin'

Somebody gotta show me the difference

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