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letra de mama's pot - fiks martin

[verse]
are you stocking me, ain’t you ghosting me oh wow
things done took a turn? are you kidding me
ain’t i everything you couldn’t vibe with
my lonelinesss taught me everything, that my only friend is the money
bot the apps, and the addy private
unless your girl tryna vaya with me
villain moves hope your heros are ready, i stick to my do’s the vice won’t change
jesus piece tell their egos i’m ready, increase the grief i don’t like еm sane
positivity doesn’t equal happinеss problems an enemy’s guard the place
my medulla thinks more moola
i’m ma look out for prada baked
a sing a long withno zombies bae she would hog with her flower baked
the game ain’t sweet, no candy crush, that’s why, i fix my faults i want all the cake
sting like a bee i’m candy man, with great power comes great response from greats
check my feed how i fed my haters! scrollin’ on me, won’t desolve the aches
life was but a bane till i bruce wayne my numbers switcheroo
for your eyes only seven she sends nude trying to get me in a mood
post temporary highs n-gga i’m thigh’d, and i’m drilling her in the stu
i had so much doubt on my shoulder till brushed it off
jigga move
that’s why

[hook]
i don’t care what they think about me i’m hot
i ain’t scare i look you devils right in the eye
i ain’t dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama’s pot
double tap
follow back
i do not unblock
i don’t care what they think about me i’m hot
i ain’t scare i look you devils right in the eye
i ain’t dead jafar, quit flossing with your mama’s pot
double tap
follow back
i do not unblock
[verse]
bad guy martin eilish no back up my schemes got this
check my margins i’ve kilt your rappers i’ve been cuffin
they say music has no direction curators don’t know what’s a rap heat
i was raised in a broken township all we could do is vent through the conflict
watching
documentaries to inspire the mission tell myself i’m rich
how can? i not be different, i’m a have not producing tellaman typa beats
my writing
proverb status with a little bit of magic i’m a hors-m-n with tricks
my profits only benefit me and the family, that’s obvious they can suck our ds
phola boy cause that attitude of speaking down on my hustle will k!ll you
phola boy you got big dreams so comparing them to what you see gon shrink you
phola boy yes uyatshisa boy but mans not hot unless the figures talk
so phola boy your blow ups on the way don’t jika boy that’s a kiernan ploy
i’ve tried everything to get everybody to listen
i’ve dized everything to get everybody to pitch in
i’ve cried every night thinking none of this would give in
i had to tell myself i’m a monster
live in my delusions
tell my papa i’m a movie
black peter parker choking on doobies
i love god but don’t you use him
to steal my gwala nah

- fiks martin

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