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letra de showoff radio freestyle - fashawn

[intro: fashawn and statik selektah]

[verse 1: fashawn]
from the dirt, dig it, that turf n-gga who’s worth figures
don’t matter if i torn down blocks i burnt bridges
cut ties with tough guys pull up high
in a plush 5 blood burgundy puffin loud
who the f-ck am i !?
someone you don’t wanna try
sting like a bee float like a b-tterfly surrounded by mosquitoes
blood suckers and we ball like chemo
and motherf-ckers got accustomed to the money i was seeing from rap
meanwhile favorite rappers still ain’t tweeting me back
on the block they treating me like a stranger out of anger
[?] keep something left in that chamber
i’m paranoid as ty dolla $ign
two b-tches in the club, two pistols and some gloves
why evеrybody hate moi?
since day one i’vе been giving them napalm
the flow rugged as an ape’s palm
bravehearted word to nation
the left side of the map that i was raised on
left side, c’est moi, valley don
grizzly city to be exact
when n-ggas dip through your district for the get-back
first you hit the cl!ck and the clack then the grrrrrrr-at
just as simple as that, don’t forget where you at, n-gga
i was born in the belly
the f-ck can any of y’all n-ggas tell me
i’m nice on my chicago bullsh-t
they say i’m even better with the mic than most veterans
they definitely right
tell ’em i’m in b.i., lil b.i.g. but more t.i
you n-ggas knee high, you heard?
yo, i set it off like i done set it off
except from my repertoir, it’s deep as reservoir
smack a n-gga in the head like a tetherball
that’s all i got, see
[verse 2: fashawn]
i exhale, then [?]
collect mail, i’m iphone, you nextel
n-gga jay made millions, dame made millions
ye made millions, but dre made billions
brought them b-tches back to ca, that was brilliant
that’s how you know the golden state’s in the building
and we ain’t goin’ nowhere, nah, y’all stuck with us so
f-ck n-ggas especially you f-ckn-ggas
my chucks fitting check, bucket lean to the left
gold [?] on my neck, you ain’t see nothin’ yet
could turn a dime to a diva i bet
type of b-tch stop complainin’ when you feed her baguettes
i’m eager to flex my muscle for this team that i rep
believe me i’m blessed, it’s diggin to ya deeper than flesh
i’m off that og smoke so i’m calm
but for the dough i throw more blows than solange
from the ‘no, no skyscr-pers, no beaches
bunch of bears and bulldogs with no leashes
firearms that let off for no reason
and a bunch of [?] promoters who never broke even
i put the weed out, light a cold [?]
strollin’, high speed in a [?]
it’s not a takeover, it’s a dosage of ether
accumulatin’ currency on every coastal region
mass appeal, met a lot of rappers and they’re not half as ill
what they lack is real
fast forward, my dialect would touch every diaspora
it’s definitely a fash tour
and i’m bigger and better, i get it, whoever
i’m dealin with a k!ller who’s clever
i ditched the beretta, history dipped me and [?]
it’s a different endeavour
far from temporary, this sh-t is forever
statik!

- fashawn

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