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letra de that's right - ethan bence

[hook]
b-tches on the left, that’s right
homies on the right, that’s right
we ride in the back, that’s right
we know we’re ignorant all right?
i ain’t trying to fight, let’s write
i know you’re trying to bite, that’s right
i could do this all night
i’ll beat you at your own game all right?

[verse 1]
it’s 83, sun shining through the rear view
picture me, rolling deep, got a clear view
it’s pennsylvania love, california twist on it
i roll up on your b-tch, yea she’ll twist on it
uh
sipping iced tea mixed with ice cubes
have a brunch of quail eggs with some quaaludes
with a d-ch-ss whose shorts you’d never sell short
on bail at rock the bells with jordan belfort, what
momma told me pray for the weak
i ain’t listen, now i prey on the weak
i can dream, 50k in one week
i’mma be rich, i ain’t trying to be meek
on the freeway freeing up free will
let it breathe, i’mma be real
i like my money dog, i don’t try to lie about it
so do you, but you’re taught you should be shy about it, what

[hook]

[verse 2]
lyrics’ basically periods to careers
i capitalize every time i finish with the sentence
if i hear one more life’s a b-tch line
i’mma turn to jack the ripper dog, and end it
guys are played out, sounding so dumb
but i hear them on the radio, how come?
this is sickening, they say i’m paying dues
wading through the bullsh-t, hope i make it through
maybe i just jump on tracks and dumb it down
make it for yourself, the real fans will come around
that’s all i needed, now i’m going on a side note
i’m shoving my agenda, hope this b-tch got a wide throat
ethan bence i’m k!lling every rapper easily
you need a ghostwriter? i will aid you like eazy-e
don’t be mad at me, you hate the player and the game
we all slaves, don’t hate the master, break the chains

[hook]

[verse 3]
ethan bence, welcome ladies and gents
i don’t got a whip, you push a mercedes for rent
i don’t gotta lie, i’m confident, i’m walking what i’m talking b-tch
you’re looking at the definition of real
and you’ll never hear me spit about me gripping the steel
or all the people i k!lled, or how it’s real in the field
or all the drugs that i’ve done, or all the cane that i’ve slung
if you lived it, i respect it, if you didn’t you’re respect-less
i expect more from a genre so raw
this an art form, you only discredit it
the critics see a couple fakers and they write us off
and say the game is hedonistic, but they fed us it
tune into a rap station if you wonder why
and then you’ll see why every rapper who just wants to sign
use the same formula, it’s a vicious cycle
i never won, i’m the one, that’s a typo

[hook]

- ethan bence

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