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letra de ftw! - ace hashimoto

[verse 1: vic mensa]
today was a good day
when i say you bad, girl, i mean that in a good way
the winner is yours truly
i will be ready ‘fore they giving awards to me
congratulations, tell ’em that i’m on to the next one
until i get a buzz like my phone when a text come
all my n-ggas in it, the music only reflects them
so i am doing deals until i got a couple to select from
yeah, this on behalf of my team
and the green i got in my duffle bag from supreme
and baby tell me that i don’t be speaking it so it seem
like i be thinkin’ like i don’t even know what y’all know a king
i’m in my own world, ’94 common sh-t
don’t compare me to n-ggas i have nothing in common wit’
i am the 2-3, the one drop a third
homecoming, drinking tequila, no mountain dew

[hook: vic mensa]
and i’mma do it right
on my spring break sh-t
shoutout to the girls i’m kickin’ it at the lake wit’
red cup sippin’, burnin’ l’s by the pool house
even when it’s back and i’m feelin’ like school’s out
and i’mma do my own thing
so may the best man win, n-gga, may the best man win
and i bail the f-ck out, then i woke up gone
and now i’m workin’ ’til tonight, but i’mma do it again
let’s get it

[verse 2: brandun deshay]
well there’s a lot of people that was hopin’ we gettin’ last
summer school dropout, but yo, the weave didn’t p-ss
ask my teachers, had no sequels, i was sleepin’ in cl-ss
had to buy a trillion books for all the people that asked
if they could sign my sh-t, yearbook full of phone numbers
well i be goin’ through some paper like hole punchers
but i be savin’ like jesus ’til i make more
these n-ggas look but don’t buy like a bake store
work a bit, play more, sit a bit, pray more
girls love how i lay it down, claymore
catch me playing black ops or watching adventure time
if this your time, i suggest you get a new watch
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to p-ssy
no matter how many magazines a n-gga is in
when he get smacked with reality he’ll wish we was friends
it’s for the win

[hook]

[verse 3: vic mensa]
somebody tell ’em last part’s the home base
i’m swingin’ for the stands, ’bout to run in sh-t
blowin’ up, they say i’m the bomb on some hundred sh-t
throwin’ up the brainiac as if i couldn’t stomach it
give your girl a heat stroke, hotter than the summer get
i don’t have to make ’em go, i got the sh-t they come to get
a chicago mcdonald’s, i’m posted up in the front of it
save money, n-gga, get a chase card
double o, i’m ridin’ on the track like a race car
see the way i’m puttin’ words together like i ain’t got a sp-ce bar
a chicago world, i’m from the jungle where the apes are
boy i said i’m comin’ out swingin’, set your guards up
time for these candy–ss rappers to get their bars up
kinda rockin’ with it, my n-gga, turnin’ guitars up
shootin’ for the moon, a n-gga wettin’ the stars up
shots fired, now i’m in it ’til the end
i’mma see ’em at the finish line, i’m going for the win

[hook]

- ace hashimoto

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