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letra de way past 8 - emilio lopez

[intro]
“you -ssh0l-s do exactly what i say or i will take you outside and f-ck you in the street!”

[verse one]
mr. lopez
was interrupted while i was beatin’ the toto
phone call: my homies sayin “n-gga’s talkin’ loco”
little do they know, goin’ at lo is a no-go
the jab like cotto so i don’t need the fo’-fo’
unlike these b-tch n-ggas who resort to quick triggers
i’m writing sixteens till they go for six figures
every eight bars i should see my neck and wrist glitter
out of all these new cats, i’m the pick of this litter
best believe it
every move i make’s strategic
i’m humble but at times i know i can be conceited
like when i write a rhyme
or when i kick a flow
or when i d-ck a dime
or when i get the doe
you motherf-ckers should have never got on my nerves
the last thing you’ll hear is my laugh, my words
every time you hear about some hot sh-t, it’s my song
i’mma rub it in your face till they tell me i’m wrong

[hook x2]
everybody always acting like they loco
n-ggas ain’t loco, i’ll bust ’em in the coco
you don’t know what that mean? i bust you in the face
n-ggas act 7:30 but i’m way past 8

[verse two]
p-ss the dutchie cause i’m way past baked
and according to the year, i am way past late
i got the itch, yeah i crave that cake
i want to swim in a pool of money: make that lake
uh-huh, i f-ck a b-tch till she make that face
then she hop up out of bed and she make that plate, yeah
you think you nice but you ain’t that great
you might be 7:30 but i’m way past 8
and looking at the nine, it’s about that time
i used to push dimes, now i’m on that digital grind
i’m a firm believer that we live in critical times
i wish i wasn’t born with such an -n-lytical mind
but i’m grateful of the gift that i was given to rhyme
while you’re the type of dude that did it just to fit in the lines
dwell in the underground, but thinking of a different design
if you ain’t shootin’ for the top then why you spittin’ the rhymes?

[hook x2]

[verse three]
mister l-o, p to the e-z
love my weed strong and i like my hoes sleazy
choke a n-gga just for disrespect, fo sheezy
so for future reference, i don’t take no feces
so easy, the way i lay my flow down
rappers want beef? we can bobby flay throw down
i think you’re sh-t’s hot, ‘specially with no sound
got morenos in the streets, swearing that my soul brown
old n-ggas hate me cause they see the potential
young boys jealous cause i got the credentials
everybody want to try me, want to size me
til i do ’em like r. kelly got done by isley
with no help, just me and myself
f-ck love, i’m focused on me and my wealth
i’m low key, cause i always be on my stealth
and your b-tch was just here, i think she peed on herself, yeah

[hook x2]

- emilio lopez

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