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letra de dwwia - ceofficial

[intro]

[verse 1]
i’m teaching these actors how to rap
so why would i call em out on tracks
most of these mcs are shittin’ it , always sounding whack
thinking you’re bad but i’m doubting that
these man are like mike myers clowning on raps
i’m bringing the drama like
ride or die
ride or die
ride or die
ride or die
ride or die
ride or die
lunar said you’re a mug and i just think you’re a prat
you seem to think you’re a thug… but you’re just a prick and a twat
sometimes i feel like x cause how you gon’ do ’em like that
nobody is ready to test cause me i’ll just dead em like braap
knock on your door and there’s nobody there
you know the score and you’re probably scared
ce’s up top and there’s no one up there
you can not climb up all of these stairs
people around me with awkward stares
why do they do this its really not fare
how could they fam they really dont care
par me off, they wouldnae dare (scottish accent)

[hook]
i’m not one to cause fights but if you act like a prick you’ll get punched on site
i’m usually polite but if you act like a tit then you’re going to see white
don’t ask where i’m from
don’t watch who i am
don’t ask where i’m off
i’ll pour my vodka on you fam
don’t watch who i’m not
and don’t watch who i am

[verse 2]
this shit is insane, i’m an archon with the art form
my reptilian brain is where i get my art from
illuminati made… (oi) like gaga in art pop
delivering pain like when you’re getting heart shocks and the iv goes in your vain man i can’t stop
no fricking restraints like a barking dog thats sick in the brain
my bredrin called the dealer, said: “that wasen’t crack we asked for”
i’m not snitchin’ on mates but ask rob
i’m ill enough to drive bye on car wash
with a bike and a gas glock
you’re not hype you’re just g-ssed don
i won’t stop till i’m big in the game like nas was
i called a shop in france and said:
“ma mixtape est en feu”… they said pardon (french accent)
i said: “yeah bruv thats a par don”
these haters have got a hard on
cause this what they can’t stop
you get parred of think you’re hard, what?

[verse 3]
ce’s like a sleeping alligator, my bars are like venom and you can hear it seeping into haters as my pen ink seeps into paper
my head flips as i’m possessed by this demon in need of an incubator (oi)
my girl just popped and i’m scared my son is satan spawn
trying to get to the top but me, i’m the one who the angels scorned
so i do it till every one rots, don’t say that you weren’t warned
man i will never flop cause i’m ready to dead em all like osiris on his chariot bro
bringing knock out songs like a boxer, larry holmes
how you gonna stop the man with the maddest flows
coming at your family home like an avalanche yo
even your nana thinks that man is dope

- ceofficial

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