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letra de no strings attached - bad45

1st verse:
let’s put some meat on the table / me on this beat, it’s just fatal
i make it bleed like a maple / but this ain’t sweet like the syrup
i’ll have you stirred up / another weird f-ck with a mic
flip my tongue like a dyk- / and make you long for the hype
every song that i write / off the wall / takes me aloft / then fall
ing back to the ground / like a quitter i’m bitter / like f-ck it all
until the fire reignites / usually by the same night
i’m kind of skittish like that / now, let me finish my rap
before you jump to conclusions / and let there be no confusion
i know there’s few people rooting / for me to blow up
and though, i’m p-ssionate- i have no illusions
but yet i go through the roof when / sh-t ain’t working out the way i figure
cos i’m a perfectionist / my only goal is perfecting this
craft and that’s beyond exception, sh-t / so let me step to this
microphone / set the tone / for the next three-and-a-half minutes
you just bang your head to this

hook:
no strings attached / simple as that
see i’m just finna rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
don’t even bring up your cr-p / man i said
i don’t give a f-ck about that, that, that, that, that

2nd verse:
let’s put some ice topping on this cake / jaws dropping, man, it’s great
i’ll give it to you straight / i ain’t stopping just by fading
get the bottles popping while i weigh-in / and give you my two cents
f-ck setting new trends / but i’mma bring some improvements / to familiar program
even give you that slow jam / but i ain’t selling out, no chance
stack of cash in both hands / posing for a picture / what’d you figure that i’m still broke, man?
but this ain’t 2004, man / cheques so big, can’t even hold ‘em
so, you keep painting your walls gold, man / but don’t be late for the job-creation plan
yeah, back to the program
see, i ain’t f-cking with you / if you just leave me the f-ck alone, dog
throw that dog a bone, y’all / annoying like my f-cking neighbor when he’s mowing lawn, y’all
f-cking up my recordings and throwing me off my zone, dog

hook:
no strings attached / simple as that
see i’m just finna rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
don’t even bring up your cr-p / man i said
i don’t give a f-ck about that, that, that, that, that

- bad45

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