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letra de amber❗️ - 6soundz (sk)

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[intro: tr@de]

shed blood webbis
(skeeyoup!)
(master!)
(raptor!)
(drip!)

uh
2 degrees like a master
like koffee said
“me afi come een like a rapture”
whoa
got claws like a raptor
and i still know how to ball like the raptors
whoa
dodge bullets real slow
whoa
matrix with the flow
(matrix!)
whoa
we on the go
(drip!)

we on the-

[verse 1: lethal r.w.]

hold up
breezing through the beat
like my name red tornado
(nado)
spit the mojo on a
rojo track
and get dinero
(nero!)
stay fresh like subway
i’m not one for delay
spit my verse and hit the p-ss like a relay
hop on the track
and you know it gon ‘ sell out
like i put it up up on
up up on
ebay
stay rough like rodeo
in lanes no tory though
flow being going straight like
nose on pinocchio
uh
drifter from tokyo
and i got you clipped just like we going toe to toe

[hook: tr@de & n.richie!]

when i hit you with the clips though
don’t need a gun
cause my mouth is a pistol
block your shine like i am an eclipse
though
when they run up on me
yow the haters
they gon say whoa!
yow the haters
they gon say whoa!
yow the haters
they gon say
whoa
whoa
whoa
whoa
whoa
whoa!
yow the haters
they gon say whoa!
yow the haters
they gon
say
say
say
say
say
say
whoa!
yow the haters
they gon say whoa!
yow the haters
they gon
haters they gon
haters
haters
woo!
yeah
yow the haters
they gon say whoa!

[verse 2: smoothbird]

aye
aye aye aye, aye
aye aye!

got no cheese
like the fritos originals
think this my best
this ain’t even my pinnacle
say you got bars
bars that are mythical
you’re like a monday
nothing but typical
go work for disney your life is so fictional
feeling invincible
like mr incredible
feeling despicable
me
i’m just a clinical
criminal
who’s gonna wipe out some
imbeciles
air strike missiles
(lock-on)
hit me tickled
this a triple
threat
you chicken
little
brittle
make you sniffle
send you to a hospital
help critical
wait, (wait)
that was too many syllables
you feeling sad that’s pitiful
take all your fans
to keep you at a minimum

[hook: tr@de & n.richie!]

when i hit you with the clips though
don’t need a gun
cause my mouth is a pistol
block your shine like i am an eclipse
though
when they run up on me
yow the haters
they gon say–

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