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letra de platinum freestyle - bluesome

[hook]
y’all looking for a lil’ twitter check
i’m out here tryna make platinum and get some checks
y’all live for a lil’ bit of clout
well that’s why i know you playing checkers while i play chess
you want beef? say that sh-t from your chest
if i run switch then they playin’ snes
i run the game, i will never rest
tok3n is miles away from the rest

[verse 1]
call me jayflex how i- (wow)
call me jayflex how i flex, ay
why they so mad, why they stressed? (what)
they tryna put me to the test, (woo)
well come here lil’ b-tch and assess, (ay)
we’ll leave your career in a mess, (yah)
that sh-t was already in a hole, though, (facts)
no wonder your music is dead, (woo)
lil’ b-tch you not in the loop, (loop)
if you don’t f-ck wit’ the crew, (crew)
if you don’t f-ck wit’ the crew, (ay)
you can get grilled, barbecue, (barbecue)
you know my clique coming through, (uh)
the tape dropped like two months ago but the season still blue, (yuh)
i’m repping swindon i do, (ay)
pound signs is all that i see when i be coming through, (that’s facts)

[verse 2]
i put the game on my plate, b-tch
so you know the world in my hands, ay
i never miss any day, b-tch
i’m gon’ be the goat, that’s my plan, (nothin’ else)
ooh, i can always spot a snake
yeah, faker than those b-tch’s tans, (you know the ones)
gucci glasses on my face
yeah, still do this sh-t for the fam, (yeah)
they wanting beef, so i serve ’em dinner
i heard your bars, lemme obliter
the reign never ends i wasn’t born a quitter
wasn’t raised a quitter, so b-tch go and figure
i can hold my breathe
and still be the realest one breathing, oh my god
mm, you know what, f-ck it
i could be dead and the previous would still apply, (you fake as sh-t)

[verse 3]
ay, flowing like a semi-automatic
you playing patty-cake, i’m playing wit’ pateks, mad
they dissing me, but they my number one fanatic
after i diss ’em they call it traumatic
whatever they do, know i was the schematic
they formulaic i call ’em quadratic
this, and money, only times i ever get mathematic
i’m summing the paper up, think i’m an addict, ay
i got so much guap, i love math now
b-tch, you know i’m going for the motherf-ckin’ crown
ay, cut the f-ckin’ cr-p, i’m in this sh-t now
if you are what you drive, i drive a lamb’ around town
so i got my foot to the pedal and i will never halt, (why is that?)
ay, ’cause i’m the f-cking goat
they tryna steal my flow, so they calling me the moat
and that’s all she wrote

- bluesome

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