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letra de who i am - aas

[chorus: slop & bobb]
i sa- i said hey, what’s up
went home and she gave gawk
posted with my brothers on yo’ f-ckin’ block
i’m like bobby orr with the hock-key
b-tch, i’ma sting like a bee
i’m paki, so i’m drinking that tea
i’ma knock yo ass out like i’m bruce lee
a- ass pic, for free?
i wanted you to know who i am
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags
now i don’t care, ’cause i am the man
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags

[verse 1: slop]
yea, yea, poppin’ these high-end tags
f-cked yo b-tch, now you mad, mad
me, i ain’t even feel bad, bad
f-cked his b-tch again and again
but now, b-tch, i don’t need you
‘cause i just want diamonds, they blue
atu, sneeze, i got the flu
look at yo b-tch, yea she my boo
l-l-l look at yo cow, now she go moo
i’m goin’ up, i’m so high as the moon
straight fire, crazy on the tune
gettin’ them bands really soon
yo d-ck, so small like a cocoon
posted up with my brothers, in yo tycoon
i’m so dangerous in your eyes, i’ma put shampoo
[chorus: slop & bobb]
i sa- i said hey, what’s up
went home and she gave gawk
posted with my brothers on yo’ f-ckin’ block
i’m like bobby orr with the hock-key
b-tch, i’ma sting like a bee
i’m paki, so i’m drinking that tea
i’ma knock yo ass out like i’m bruce lee
a- ass pic, for free?
i wanted you to know who i am
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags
now i don’t care, ’cause i am the man
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags

[verse 2: slop]
fire everywhere, when i’m speakin’
you ain’t sh-t, you a coward, you tweakin’
b-tch, i’m startin’ to be motherf-ckin’ peakin’
slop in the buildin’, now it’s motherf-ckin’ heat
i’m with the squad we always gon’ eat
everyday i’m competin’ with rappers and defeatin’
0.1 chance of succeedin’, i’m with the team, yeah, we gon’ eat!

[verse 3: lil playboi & slop]
man, i ain’t that rich, (grr)
but we out here with some island chicks (grr, grr)
we made the song, we gon’ make it hit
we always fresh, we never sick
okay, okay, makin’ bangers in 8th grade
that b-tch bad, yeah, she gettin’ played
of tryphobia, but i’m afraid
man get the h-ll out my face!
this beat hard, got a wild ass bass
all this bread, gonna make it glaze
all this bread, that i’m gonna chase
keep on spittin’, till i have no taste
music label that sh-t is a scam
i’m in a duo, i ain’t in no band
we gon’ be big, we gon’ get them grands
we gon’ be big, what don’t you understand
we gon’ be big, so take my command
we gon be big, so take my hand
we-we- we gon’ be big, what don’t you understand
we gon’ be big, so take my command
we gon be big, so take my hand
[chorus: slop & bobb]
i sa- i said hey, what’s up
went home and she gave gawk
posted with my brothers on yo’ f-ckin’ block
i’m like bobby orr with the hock-key
b-tch, i’ma sting like a bee
i’m paki, so i’m drinking that tea
i’ma knock yo ass out like i’m bruce lee
a- ass pic, for free?
i wanted you to know who i am
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags
now i don’t care, ’cause i am the man
doing this sh-t, i go max
poppin’ these high-end tags

- aas

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