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letra de foxtrot. echo. alpha. - claas

[intro: claas]
yeah! claas! let’s go! rah!

[verse 1: claas]
y’all don’t want to see me coming like a freight train
make your head pop like a new album from strange main (ha!)
i ain’t even gotta try to go and tame lames
my mainframe is built to do insane things, i make lanes
that’ll drown a motherf-cker if they tryna surf (tryna surf)
i’m the dopest motherf-cker on this very earth (on this very earth)
leave ’em screaming in rejoice, this is my very verse
so if y’all got a problem i can put you in a ready he-rs- (bye!)
let’s go! has been thе motto, ask my f-ckin’ squad
snuffing lyrically since the day i got the f-ckin’ job (lsp!)
told i’m on that whack sh-t, i was ’bout to catch a f-ckin’ lob
think i’m crazy now, thеn just wait ’til i’m a f-ckin’ prob
i make mincemeat of these weak (of these weak)
undefeated so just listen as he speaks
y’all gon’ try to get my info like it’s leaked
just so y’all can have your motherf-ckin’ chances to compete (yeah!)
[pre-chorus: claas]
y’all better make a run for the hills
you don’t want to see us angry when it’s real
’bout to leave your family crying when it’s bills
let me pound my f-ckin’ chest, give ’em sp-ce that you can feel

[chorus: claas]
f-ck ’em all! (f-ck ’em all!)
f-ck a hater, f-ckin’ quit
terminator, put a target on a b-tch
i’m sayin’ f-ck ’em all! (f-ck ’em all!)
see these b-tches ride the fence
f-ckin’ p-ssy, y’all get out your f-ckin’ bed
so i’m sayin f-ck them all

[verse 2: claas]
real talk, these n-ggas acting like some dumb hoes
i’m big time while they’re tiny, call ’em funkos
see ’em talk behind my back like i won’t know
but i hear everything, ears are big, it’s f-ckin’ dumbos
in my prime like i’m cooking in a steakhouse (steakhouse)
i’m on fire and y’all couldn’t put the flames out (flames out)
friendly smiles, bet these b-tches think i’m faked out
but i’m a f-ckin’ cobra while y’all ain’t nothing but big mouth
ways out, stay one hundred for the big escape
three hundred pounds but that ain’t what makes me heavyweight
keep bringin’ tracks ’cause these kids say they can’t ever wait
y’all walkin’ on thin ice and it’s crackin’ so y’all better skate
know they p-ssy ’cause i’m smelling ’em (smelling ’em)
clizzle out, i’m ’bout to cause a d-mn rebellion (rebellion)
i said f-ck ’em all and trust i’m telling ’em
like bukshot, i’m a motherf-ckin’ h-llion
[pre-chorus: claas]
y’all better make a run for the hills
you don’t want to see us angry when it’s real
’bout to leave your family crying when it’s bills
let me pound my f-ckin’ chest, give ’em sp-ce that you can feel

- claas

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