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letra de relative importance - bobby so dope

[intro]
yea
(uhhu)

[verse 1]
good day sir, how you doin’?
i’m mr. rich kid, the same one you could never ever outbid
the same one who just ordered that to die for squid
now tell mother her boi wants dat fish fillet no fish fingers
actually just let me ring her
’cause for my birthday i want nothing less than a famous singer
it’s not often i open up cus i find it strange
but honesty’s no problem after a sip of penfolds grange
who would’ve thought i needed change?
when i’ve been swimming in cash
when you have a dozen whips to choose from, who cares if i crash?
couple slaves
call ’em maids
i call ’em freddy
so why the f-ck isn’t dinner ready?
if i snap my fingers i want the table set and a full belly
when my friends and i link up, i’m the one paying
thats understood
’cause you tell me how else you’re meant show off your manhood
when i’m physically average but somehow dating a model
who threatens to leave me when i fail to cop her the latest model
my snapchat shows you 5 star hotels
but the neighbours know father pays for s-x in dirty motels
then he goes:
“wifey don’t scream an don’t yell
and if you dare tell our son i cheated i’ll bring you whats called h-ll”
a 10 room mansion but i know exactly where she hides
and if you pay attention you can smell the drink like a pesticide, triglycerides to a broken heart
kale and bullsh-t smoothie my definition of a fresh start
and course i had to post it like its leo davinci’s finest art
yea

[verse 2]
waddup dog, whats poppin’?
i’m mr. poor kid, the one rockin’ doo rags
the one rockin sh-t lids
the one with the father who from his only son hid
and never came back
if my live was a bl–dy movie 2pac would’ve done the soundtrack
for many years i was the fool who dreamt
oh god i swear to you i prayed and i dreamt
’til i realised dreams alone won’t pay for the f-cking rent
call it my sixth sense
but i know why momma works them double shifts for a couple cents
’cause some bird called kylie jenner just bought her f-cking toddler a f-cking benz
excuse my french
sh-t like that make me wanna go to war and seek revenge
and i tell momma don’t be afraid if i left to an afghan trench
but listen
be sh-t scared if i ever told you i’m off to the park bench
now
couple hits, couple rounds
couple prison nights from dealing solid c0ke pounds…

[interlude]

[verse 3]
h-llo friends, h-llo foes
h-llo homies and hoes
it’s mr. bobby, mr. so dope
i solemnly swore
to only rap the things i know
and what i know is this:
when we’re talking happiness it’s a matter of hit and miss
i know times are rough but you gotta stay strong my sis
just know i’ve got your back any-day ’cause i’ll forever keep my wits
now hear this
call me this coins’ 3rd face
the one with millionaire mates
and role models addicted to haze
husbands who cheat for that mistress appeal
and kids who feel the simplest meal to be the biggest deal
i’m gonna say it loud and clear
love your kids for who they are and treat them everyday of every year
no matter how wealthy and no matter how skinned
love is the whole thing
so for those who lack it life can be semi-skimmed
although i guess
thats a matter of taste
i’ve heard sh-t on the radio that sound like toxic waste
so i wrote this track to be the one who moves your brain not your waist

[outro]
yea
word up

- bobby so dope

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