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letra de ohh yeah! - ch€@z! & flacx

[verse 1 – flacx]
ohh yeah
backwood on my lip
oh my god i’m high as f-ck yeah
i press “play these hoes”
press “skip these hoes”
never gonn press pause yeah
i’m that gent that’s clean as f-ck like i done all my chores yeah
oh yeah
oh yeah
drip drip feel the water
way too s-xy for this life i need me an award yeah
pretty boy made these little petty boys to start a war yeah
oh yeah
boy i look so chilled but i”ll break your jaw yeah
i be fly as f-ck let her kiss me while she tippy toe yeah
all these girls
sh-t i play them like they are my toys yeah
shouldn’t have said that but i did well i guess i am possessed
lol my soul is golden
one that’s kinda chosen
living life to the fullest that is all when i’m talking goals yeah
[verse 2 – stian trilla]
i tried, i did
i winned, first place
i light the weed, i spliff
go high to sp-ce
my sh-t done run this place
my b-tch done suck this thang
my sh-t done f-ck ya face
i’m sick can’t vaccinate
toxic as swam sewage
(arrggh)
me i drill (i drill)
i penetrate the beat like its my b-tch (my b-tch)
ya dig (ya dig)
told my chick i’ll get the sh-t i need (i need)
she dig (she dig)
she prays for me i see she wanna see the n-gga win (win)
i’m aiming for greatness
i’m aiming for the greatest things (things)
i can get it by the thought and staying on that greater state
god mode is what i’m on
can’t want less dawg i want more
all my sh-t dawg on galore
anything bro i can hold

[verse 3 – ch€@z!]
(uh)
sh-t is crazy dawg
i’m baked in a place where the beats bangin’ dawg
even flacx had erased what he had script before
that was back at my place on our first session bro (yeah)
but sadly procject crashed and all
had to face it, accept it was the pc’s fault
ain’t no blame, ain’t no change ain’t nuthin’ personal
stay the same but upgrade, stackin the money tall (uh)
just play the beat and we’ll break it dawg
entertain, run the race, bringin the bacon home
getting fame by mistake, that’s not the worst at all
throwin hate on my gain that’s beyond my control (woah)
i would prefer you don’t know me bro
yet my songs getting played like i play all these hoes
wearin shades but it’s late, somethin i’m sippin on
see my chains far away but had to blink a lot
(ohh)
now do i really feel sorry bro? no
i prolly make your girl h-rny tho (yuh)
i bet she checkin my stories yow (uh)
i bet she acting a police.. check if i’m tourin
bet you your girl is lonely bro (uh)
i bet she thinkin of goin
but then you won’t notice cause she playin it careful bro (uh)
she’ll prolly leave you and leave a note
then pull up at my door, had to press my remote

- chez flacx

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