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letra de get u awn - chords

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[intro]
yeah, one two
it’s masta ace, punchline, chords (yea)
uhu, uhu, yeah
check it

[verse 1: masta ace]
my plan and intention, be the man of invention
and spit sh-t and make ya’ll stand at attention
if i can i’m lynchin’…every cat in the game
whether he’s lackin’ the fame or got a platinum name
see i’m cool like a fridge when i’m under pressure
lotta rappers on ice but none are fresher
i don’t see why you wanna step inside the ring
that’s worse than eddie murphy when he try to sing
so you ain’t got no chance in a victory lap
i don’t feel that sh-t you tryin’ to kick to me cat
so you keep on rappin’ about them furs and minks
i heard your little single every version stinks
the remix, the accapella, the instrumental
it’s so sad that i’m ‘bout to get sentimental
i’mma sh-t in your toilet, leave your -ss a floater
’cause my song still bubble like a gl-ss of soda

[chorus 2x]
we won, it’s on, sh-t come on
it’s a sick song, spit bombs, get you awn, uh
masta ace, punchline special guest
c, h-o, r-d-s

[verse 2: punchline]
i suggest when i’m live on the set, don’t test
y’all cats be careful, i’m careless
i show no remorse when i spit at your squad
i’m such a cold -ss n-gga that my nipples are hard, check it
that spotlight y’all ain’t ‘posed to have it
i grab it and son y’all cats like foster parents
i come through, you vacate your own turf
i’m punchline, same guy that rocks with wordsworth
give me a sl-t that f-cks and a new benz truck
make it the 4-door, i’m tired of being cooped up
my whole crew’s ruff in timbs and nike fitted
after this year i’ll retire my mic like the wizards
keep your distance, come close and you a goner
i spit hot sh-t that turn booths into saunas
i play the corner, i’m a young street performer
i warned ya, i smoke weed i’m bipolar

[chorus 2x]
we won, it’s on, sh-t come on
it’s a sick song, spit bombs, get you awn, uh
masta ace, punchline special guest
c, h-o, r-d-s

[verse 3: chords]
dawg, i don’t need a crew, we can mano-a-mano
guaranteed i’ll leave you looking like ronald mcdonald
and there’s no use in kissing my -ss
you couldn’t get a line in my hook if you was fishing for b-ss
mystery man, popped up, split you in half
taking the whole thing back like history cl-ss
true emceeing, sh-t man i’m european
but most people don’t believe i’m a human being
i snack on rappers like apple jacks
’cause everything they know is a snapple fact
the…conveyor belt, i do it back to back
i kick ’em and p-ss ’em all like a hacky sack
plus my lung size’ll bring out the midget in you
i smoke bongs the size of a didgeridoo
p-ssed most you -ssh0l-s with a single or two
you’re not a rapper just because you’re wearing timberland boots (h-ll naw)
like i said, sh-t i’ll bless the cabbage ’til
people on the street think i’m fester addams
and my face shrivels up like california prunes
women still faint when i storm in the room
it must be the natural charm
i guess my mother had a gene and just p-ssed it along
so after i’m gone you can drink the pain away
while i drive home thru a ticker tape parade, b-tch!

[chorus 2x]
we won, it’s on, sh-t come on
it’s a sick song, spit bombs, get you awn, uh
masta ace, punchline special guest
c, h-o, r-d-s

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