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letra de wrath - dj s+@+ic and m1khail

(dj s+@+ic)

[hook: m1khail]
got all this drip on my body, this water
gucci on me it’s designer
soon i’ll be rich; it’ll stop all the hatin’
cookin’ my rivals like bacon
and i’ll spit fire like lil bit
h-lly on me, look at my fit
and we the best, that’s no cap
“shock tape”, feel my wrath
got all this drip on my body, this water
gucci on me it’s designer
soon i’ll be rich; it’ll stop all the hatin’
cookin’ my rivals like bacon
and i’ll spit fire like lil bit
h-lly on me, look at my fit
and we the best, that’s no cap
“shock tape”, feel my wrath

[verse one: m1khail]
gucci, fendi, louis, docci (docci)
i’m fit’na be rich; you don’t know me (nah)
when i’m driving in my ‘rari (skrt)
then i’ll know that you’ll be callin’ (callin’)
callin’ like my boy, sheck wes (sheck wes)
what’s kanye doin’, north west? (west)
what the h-ll is that name, n—-? (nah)
sound like you was on a xanax (poppin’)
and you know we’re on that silver life (silver)
’cause we wanna live ’til twenty-five (yeah)
stop poppin’ them percs, pump
f-ck it, that n—-‘s gonna die (die)
kale spitting’ like a llama (llama)
hitting’ licks, want the trouble (yeah)
but we never on that dumb sh-t (nah)
yeah you know we gotta run with it (skrt)
kickin’ feet ’cause the opps on us
shoutout brian, yeah we hit the pit
tpms goin’ undefeated
yeah, that’s a fact, f-ck eastern
eagles fly, my -ss, boy
deji can’t do sh-t either
yeah, you heard me, i don’t f-ck with hate
i’ll cross you up, hit the fadeaway (skrt)

[verse 2: m1khail]
kale on this beat
kale on this beat
smokin’ these people just like it’s a sheet
i don’t do drugs but i come with the heat
k!llin’ them tracks like a barber a weave
snoop dogg, he smokin’ that weed
lil pump, he drinkin’ that lean
they can do them, but i ain’t no fiend
’cause sports player, that is my dream
livin’ the life that i wanna have
we goin’ big, remember that
changin’ the rap game, makin’ it ours
pullin’ them strings, just like a guitar

[hook/bridge: m1khail]
got all this drip on my body, this water
gucci on me it’s designer
soon i’ll be rich; it’ll stop all the hatin’
cookin’ my rivals like bacon
and i’ll spit fire like lil bit
h-lly on me, look at my fit
and we the best, that’s no cap
“shock tape”, feel my wrath

[verse 3: dj s+@+ic]
s+@+ic brings it like a hurricane
they don’t know me; they’ve just heard my name
they can’t see me ’cause they’ve turned away
but i’m not putting in the work in vain
i cooked this beat up like dinner
then i murdered it, so call me a k!ller
i spit fire even in the winter
came in first place, but i’ve been a winner
this beat goes off
you don’t want any smoke, that’s why this beef’s so raw
quit with these jokes, do you bring heat, o nah?
been growin’ like an oak, from a seed so small
how can you be woke? you’ve been asleep so long
now you think you’re cool, bruh?
’cause you bring you nicotine into school, bruh?
you’re on that wack sh-t; you’re a fool, bruh
but i’ll take air pods over juul pods

- dj sic and m1khail

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