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letra de clips - cember

[cember verse 1]
cember‘s back feeling excellent, (i am)
y’all rapper sh-t like excrement
straight from duluth i’m a resident, (h-ll yeah)
218 till i die i will represent
i’ll be buried here in the twin ports, (no cap)
my flows are nasty like gym shorts
ethanol in my skin pores
because i drown in liquor no swim course
you’re mad at me cause im putting in work
you say you got ice but how much is it worth
try to pull up i put your face on a shirt
playing these games and you finna get merced
b-tch i’m going back in you a ho
is you a friend or a foe
i’m sipping gin on thе low
got yo girlfriend at my shows
taking shots finna post up
i’m a savage i’m a beast
slidе through and you get smoked up
and i’m not talking about trees

i am c-cky, you can’t stop me
we throw hands just like it’s hockey
burning tracks like i’m hot coffee
you can’t rap so you just watch me
i come with bars like i’m in a jail
posted up with no parole or bail
i’m going off cause i’m cold as h-ll
i am showing off like it’s show and tell
[king chris 23 verse 2]
wait i know you ain’t ready, (n–gas ain’t ready)
king chris and cember come together like peanut b-tter and jelly, (on god)
cook it up i got the sauce we mixing it up like we making spaghetti
i’m taking shots like i am a glock my bullets are deadly, (woah)
k!ll rappers i k!ll beats i do them both at the same time
got 40 round my belt loop i ain’t talking bout waist size
i’m iced up like frozone
i’m black and i’m cold
popping like a can of coke
wait a minute let me switch up the flow
now tell me what you really wanna do?
i can really murder you as you all around your crew
wanna diss me? i guess you n–gas really wanna lose
i’m down for whatever and even when i’m on top i never gon stop i thought you already knew
started from the bottom now i’m on top of you
i want to be the greatest if god would make me and if you in my way ima force you to move, (yuh)
doubt me if you want to
i’m doing things that you won’t do
yeah i’m the king yeah i’m the man i’ve been it all since ‘02
don’t get mad no one knows you
n–gas just not on my level, (nope)
you can do what i can do but i can do it way better, (woah)
flex so hard almost pulled a muscle
got rappers confused like a hard puzzle
i ball by myself got a triple double
i did it so much call me little russel
imma die a legend like nipsey hussle
real ones rest in peace
if you’re gonna step to me don’t forget to bow down to the king
[cember verse 3]
finna go off don’t get in my way, (okay)
i’ll turn to a beast when i fill up with rage, (true)
murder a beat after i fill up a page, (yuh) i’m finna pop off like i’m throwing grenades
ho just get back from my throne
catch a charge just like a phone
bullets hit you right in the dome
searched like google so i tuck the chrome
you know chris the king and i’m the greatest
no need to talk it’s been debated, (nope) we make a banger even if we hated
we don’t give a sh-t if we underrated
we pull your card it’s confiscated, (haha) you sleep on me like you sedated, (lil b-tch)
before you diss you contemplated
cause you know this sh-t will get complicated (b-tch)

i just got started ain’t stopping here, loading clips when the ops appear
money on my mind like an auctioneer
hit me up when on the cops are here, (alright)
cause you know i won’t stop
until i reach the top
haters smoked like pot
shout out my song guap
i stack my cake up like it’s wedding day, (yeah)
yo girl come through you know i let her stay, (i do)
just like santa you know i’m gonna slay, (h-ll yeah)
i stack my chips up like it’s frito lay, (yuh)

- cember

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