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letra de cooli - ashbeck

[intro]
i might spit when i walk that’s walkie talkie
don’t like police nah don’t like porkie
dont know me i don’t know what you thought g
that pack dead i don’t know what you bought g

[verse 1]
pack come smelly
bars dem new like deli
mate and called and i pick up the pick up the celly
bout to get sh-lly
going for the gut yeah going for the belly
going for the jackpot going for the prize

i just wanna win you can see it in my eyes
i just wanna live no i dont wanna die
i just wanna whip whip i just wanna ride
i be like the suncar you see the way i shine

spittin on time yeah spraying on rhymes
spittin that sh-t, schooled them back to the bits
call me ashcar burnt like track to a crisp
act bad get hard slap or a fist
back strapped that i piff piff piff

[bridge]
who’s that oh it’s that ashbeck kid
i think he spits, yeah i heard he did
he’s kinda hard yeah word hes sick
nah he a wasteman heard he a pr-ck
(nah nah he a wasteman heard he a pr-ck)

[verse 2]
had to go top when they dont know the half of it
my team you can’t be a part of it
hop in the vivan burn all the pot in it
step in my yard and i’m barkin’ it

get in my crib and i slap on a song
and i bun a zubby to the long
sad a you be tryna get it
brudda you be taking long

tryna multiply my credit
give something back to my mum
she diss all my check i’ll forget it
didn’t clock when i was young
took me a lotta man i cared for have a job i get it done
my ego hungry but i fed it, condifent that i’m the one

[verse 3]
she sent a snap but i ain’t read it
i’m too f-ckin’ high
my chooser fetch this year they spreadin’
i’m just tryna get mine
i ain’t wasting no time
i be making my mind up
can’t you see i’m tryna shine
can’t you see i’m tryna shine
i need that ap for timin’
wanna get paid all this rhymin’
bruddas be lost and we findin’
time go to hard we rewindin’
making my way to the top from the floor
work on my self and you working on yours
i’m tryna hit there goes they talking courts
i’ve got some tunes but i swear i need more

[verse 4]
putting in effort i cough and a court
and i’m putting in more
tryna get in man
wizzy wocky tryna chef it man
writing writing with a steady hand
i might spill conoro couple grams like

like how we breathin’
i’m high like the ceiling
the didn’t believe me
but now they gone see me
i’m finding balance
and talking week-ly

cuz i like a challenge
i like to cheat see
come tryin’ week-ly
my life on repeat
[outro]
my jacket’s a chinny
she sweet like tahini
my jacket’s a chinny
sweet like tahini, she sweet like tahini (yuh yuh)

- ashbeck

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