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letra de hot lines - everett champion

[intro]
(firetruck sirens)
fight! x4

[verse 1: ezec]
p-ss me the mic, and watch the world just stop
they sitting on what i’m ripping, just listen, i make this gaup
got a band in the garage, beats off my macintosh
write all the verses, drop it, sit back and watch
the views flood through
people doubted what i could do
i changed my life for my benefit, would you?
i don’t know but i know that i’m never gonna stop
make the lines, get the views, k!ll a show that’s the plot
whether you like it or not
i’m spitting this all hot
gonna be a world star, hip to the hop
hit your girl then i peace like u2
your internet goes out more than you do
fans keep me up, and i’m feeling so lifted
music award winner, man feeling so gifted
d-mn i feel bad for you, if you up and missed it
life is a movie that i change, yes i flip scripts
shoutout to chuck-c, mr. swift, and rennie
fans i got plenty, haters don’t got any
kidding i got many, a little more than 20
breaking my bottle for the hell of it, yes i k!lled my hennie
and shouting to jake bell, repping the kings
but i bring in the b-tches, it’s just another thing
i date a lot of beyoncés but i never get a ring
i hit and then i quit it, then i bounce like a spring
i k!ll every hater, bang in the head like john kennedy
youtube haters, jeez y’all are song enemies
that’s the wrong energy that you been feeling
if you were raising the roof, i’d be breaking the ceiling
if you burning the house down, i set the city ablaze
the world is open to me, but your life is a maze
you can’t find your path, but i know i got mine
i get every girl by spitting one hot line

[verse 2: ezec]
d-mn
i feel so important
shoutout to sway, interview me up in the morning
i wake up and get to work
record a hit, sell a shirt
destroy any rapper quickly, to me it’s just a perk
wait up gimme a minute
wait up lemme just spit it
your girl friends favourite rapper and if you ask her
she’ll admit it
watch me spit in, like a record player in the 50’s
surfing on the crowds, yes fans all lift me
on the internet, checking out the website
9 girls come over, change their worlds, cause it’s ev’s night
zooming off away like we never hit red lights
you can see me in the dark, like my eyes are head lights
wow i’m on a mission just to k!ll the competition
and ignore the haters b-tching
cause i know the opposition
just some losers that watch my videos and gimme views
yes they gimme motivation true kinda like my muse
yes, fans by my shirts, rep the logo on their chest
better than the rest, forget all the stress that comes with being the best
man i feel so blessed
if haters hate me, but you know they still gimme respect
greatness it’s imaculet
the world i got a map of it
call me the top gun flying by, maverick
your girl friend be having it, your girl friend be blasting it
i spit it in a minute, nasty likes it hazardous
i’m the denis the menace of spitting a lyrical sentence
i’m the rap master, you can be my apprentice
girls bow down, yup, just by my presence
i’m an outsider but my summers are endless
it must be nice and i mean these things happen
905 to my city, shoutout to st. catharines
you can take a minute cause i know i got time
i get every girl by spitting one hot line

[outro]
(that was easy!)
fatality!

- everett champion

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