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letra de oscar - example

[chorus: example]
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i take any offer
you can keep your grammy
and your motherf-ckin’ oscar

[verse 1: example]
answers first, questions later
why so many questions hater?
spend your f-cking day to day
drinking f-cking hate-orade
waste away, sat inside your room in isolation
amount of sh-t inside your mouth
is verbal constipation
one sec, i’ll make the hit pop
then have [?] think i’m sh-t hot
i’ll do both your wife, the f-ck not?
only care about the beat, the sick drops
london town, to brisbon what
swapped and matched, four flip flops
money in the grave, like rick ross
bet your girl dance to this on tiktok
big boss man, but the sh-t hot tan
man with a plan, forget your lockdown
back with a bang, some sh-t that got canned
but i’m stickin’ it out on this al-bam (bam?)
i mean album
was on powder, not talcum
ask malcolm in the middle
everybody ever give you all that you’re gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and i’m k!llin’ ’em softly
get outta my way, in the littlest way
melt the face off like nicholas cage
bet they go cray inside the big grave
(eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
this game’s a f-cking circus
and who’s on microphone right now?
it’s mister berserkus, you heard us
[chorus: example]
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i take any offer
you can keep your grammy
and your motherf-ckin’ oscar

[verse 2: p money]
your throne is mine
head hot, with a gold chain that i, bigger one
it’s my motorbike
ghost right on you, poltergeist
def not when i wrote for guys
man’s fake i told you guys
he needs milk i’m bonified
i don’t care for your old stories
your throwback to be thrown aside
when it’s flows i’m over nice
normal call, like i’m over, nice
boasting 20 bags of show-work down to you being overpriced
different sound when i hold the mic
different girls when i hold the pipe
you ain’t mine i know your type
this offer, ‘ready know my wife
that’s bad b
i’m gang g, count my hand, fees
these animals from east and p
break foot and mouth i’m on mad beef
ain’t got time for these boris johnson’s
baffled when these man speak
they ain’t mc’s or athletes
man runner get caught by hand speed
forget the violence
be silent
lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
back to my yard where i’m livin’ in private
iphone gotta keep that on divert
2004 i was playin’ with dutch [?] patrick kluivert
levels too high i can only ride with a pilot
[chorus: example]
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i take any offer
you can keep your grammy
and your motherf-ckin’ oscar
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i do any of ’em
classic genre
i take any offer
you can keep your grammy
and your motherf-ckin’ oscar

[verse 3: harry shotta]
came in the game, top boy from day one
so cold, top boys didn’t wanna sway one
bruv i run it back to back, and i flow a1
now i’m the top boy muckin’ it j1
but i suck in it when i’ve been suckin’ it too, i’m lockin’ it
down with the flow when i drop it, the topical, drop top
top of the tree, the top of the oracle
man chattin’ but they better gotta dash to the tropical
i’m diabolical, straight to the molecule
when everyday life i’m nice on the mic
i’m horrible, cheeky sob with that big gob
buyin’ a condom, my gangster chronicles
flip bare magic and i move like mcgonagall
and we can have a laugh but the bars aren’t comical
d’n’b rap, grime, boom bap, double time, done ’em all
(f-ck that) truly phenomenal
hit ’em with the venomous medicine
i’ma get ’em with the elements
i’m bringin’ in the [?]
[?]
7/11 or where i get ’em when i serve up mans from heaven (too much)
from the time when i want to check other mcs
all like “gimme a second”
but nah my g let me flip my 32
mans erection i’ma kick ’em like tekken
i reckon they’ll reckon i’m wrecking it, not neck and neck
nick another bottle i reckon they gonna recollect
regu’ly rippin’ the mic style from the record set
back and i’m back and i’m making racket like megadeath
megatron on the song still stay mega blessed
megaman soul suddenly down, i ain’t never left
won the grammys and the oscars
there’s no sleep for the wicked
yes, that’s why i never rest
[outro: example]
i do any of ’em

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