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letra de kipyegon - bleak heaven

watch how i get the pay
i’m rocking fades these fakers faded they be catching strays
on calm sh-t like you’ll never see me rage
keep the yes gone while i run the game turned to faith
i turned to faith kipyegon

this 1500, easy peasy
make that in a day, cop a fit, i put it on like jeezy
it’s not that deep your mind just dig the overthinking
my words a storm on reggie’s so hurry cane, that wisdom
i’m alright call me hubie though, the denims j-panese think they uniqlo
style it fly, can’t see me like john cena all they hear is there he go
i make em fold, they cut from clothes that’s counterfeit they fraudulent
if i make her bent, i’m putting on some 41
like d-mn!
i gave em get her led, sweating red that kenny ad-ing gator-rade
got left on read, that boy was green now all he is see is red
an odyssey a prophecy the boy gon always get finessed

these b-tches treat with s-x; i throw a set i get you treated by the vets
i be dumping bass n play ball we the mets, i won’t stay silent khaled free the p
cross your t’s don’t be crossing me, ‘wise we get to flossing him
i murder a track, i make your face stank
like you seen some old timers macking making l faps
that munyon come in bales like hay stacks
i burn it quick invest in pay back
i keep it rap, them boys might drake up
gon get me a cup i cup em peaks like d-mn they k cups
produce, i write i mix i’m getting caked up
i win this bread old boy he calling me bap i swerve dat rocket van
i win this bread old boy he calling me bap i swerve dat rocket van!!
yeah!

- bleak heaven

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