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letra de air fryer - bruiser wolf & harry fraud

[intro]
la música de harry fraud
you fighting a business man, i’m boutta handle business (huh)

[chorus]
you want raw? i got it (i got it)
you want pure? i got it (i got it, yeah)
i talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
you want raw? i got it (i got it)
you want pure? i got it (uh, i got it)
talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
you want raw? i got it (you want raw? i got it)
you want pure? i got it (you want pure? i got it)
talk white and slang ebonics, uh

[verse 1]
i can’t operate with n-ggas who ovulate
bonds get fractured when you catch your big break, uh
i’m playing my role like ariza
the white girl, i picture the mona lisa, uh
i’m well-versed like a classic mixtape
orange scrubs make nurses look like inmates
certain drugs, i gotta monitor my intake
all-whitе fit, no socks, i’m a sensei
drugs for consumption
to heat thе house, we use the oven
n-ggas having babies outta sin like joe budden (joe budden)
n-ggas know everything but say nothing
you good, but not the goat, sh-t
i’m a mix between carter iii, huh, and carter iv
gut to b-tt ratio determines f-ll-tio, uh
hit vegas for a change of pace, sh-t
i’m balling, i need my ankles taped
pointers got a triangle shape
sh-t, trusting, that be my main mistake
shoot from the hip, same release as angel reese
i spark the deuce deuce, call me cameron brink
used to wash my clothes in the sink and air dry ’em
first n-gga that cooked dope in a air fryer, uh
every day, it’s a new scandal
i whip and whisk keys, jack daniels, uh
[chorus]
you want raw? i got it (i got it)
you want pure? i got it (i got it, yeah)
i talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
you want raw? i got it (i got it)
you want pure? i got it (uh, i got it)
talk white and slang ebonics, yeah
you want raw? i got it (you want raw? i got it)
you want pure? i got it (you want pure? i got it)

[verse 2]
bumping conway in the enclave
balling like a celtic, princess cuts, i need antiseptic
she from europe, her skin glow like syrup
she touch down, the lambo leaf in the urus
drop a price on the ounce, and they gon’ pounce on it
crabs in a barrel, it’s a boil now
keep a vest on, i can’t afford to drown
my b-tch ignoring me
i told her to do the same thing if questioned by the authorities, uh
lyrics have a cart, hidden bars, speak easy
i’m the boy, w.e.b., uh
library full of coke bars
who move keys like wolf, gang? mozart (b-b-bruiser)
that’s his first name, i write rhymes on a flow chart
tryna sell up everything, i’m so smart
a line about a bird, that’s a crow bar, uh
henchmen and cohorts only go so far
bruiser

- bruiser wolf harry fraud

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