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letra de egyptian lover - ets

[verse 1: big zuu]
see, i hope you’re in love with sh-lls
that’s cuh your workrate’s slow, you’re in love with snails
love to hate and your bullsh-t smells
i’m too wavey
i love rocking down boats with sails
you love talking air like girls
i can’t wait till i buss past dem
[?]
i try write like diamonds, i love riri
i keep on firing like i love bbs
i keep on trying, i done touched dbs
the people smiling like “i love these gs”
the tunes are piling, fam, they love this st–ze
mtp, fam, they love this team
we keep providing cause we love these beats
140 grinding so we love big dee
these bruddas wanna hate, bro, i’ll hit ’em with a bang
it’s k!lling ’em everyday the love we’re getting from fans
move like snakes that love picking on fans
man are all fake, you ain’t inna no gangs
you wan’ talk like you’re bad, you ain’t inna no [?]
you man love g-ssing up yourself like you’re more hard
but i love staying grounded
so you man ah get floor past cuh
man don’t care ’bout dem man talking air
man don’t care ’bout dem man talking air
man don’t care ’bout dem man talking air
man don’t care ’bout dem man talking air
cuh dem man love talking
say they’re gonna buss but dem man love walking
try send, that’s an end of a walk-in
connected to music, i love the aux-ing
but you love being weird, fam, you’re on an awks ting
sky [?] i’m not on a hawk ting
still on my grind on a tommy hawk ting
till the day that i grow love for supporting

[verse 2: ets]
i’ve got love for the yatties
love for the br–sts, love for the backies
i’ve got love for the trap and the old school trackies
i’ve got love for my n-ggas and i call them family
love for the girls that don’t move slaggy
love for the chicks that call man papi
love for the weed cuh it keeps me trappy
love for the bands but ets ain’t trampy
i’ve got too many flows that i’m into
bars too deep, surprise man like kinder
chelsea jacket that i rock in the winter
chicks love me, ets ain’t got tinder
my white girl ain’t lucy or linda
i trap hard, get shots, ain’t no picture
love smoke, love grime, love what i’m into
love sh-lls like i’m rolling a splinter
i’ve got love for my n-ggas
love for the figures, love for the winners
i’ve got love for the n-ggas that ah keep it trilla
i’ve got love for my shooters that move with the sicker
love for zuu cuh it made me iller
love for age cuh he’s even triller
love for them ps cuh it made me a winner
love for the roads but i may be a sinner
i’ve got too many flows that i’ve been through
bars too deep, i’ve got ice like pingu
chicks love me that i ain’t even been through
man rate me and i ain’t even big zuu
my brown going yardie or hindu
i’m hitting bare shots, it ain’t ever been an issue
love creps, love all the sh-t that i’ve been through
love all the struggle cuh it made me a big yout

[outro]
egyptian lover (my egyptian lover)
there is no other (my egyptian lover)
egyptian lover (my egyptian lover)
there is no other (there is no other)
egyptian lover (my egyptian lover)
there is no other (my egyptian lover)
egyptian lover (my egyptian lover)
there is no other (there is no other)

- ets

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