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letra de los rappaz - fortay

[verse 1 – fortay]

b-tch what, this west syd f-ckin’ hip-hop
your chick tw-t probably seen more d-cks than a p-ss trough
b-tch gronks, f-ck what they be spittin’, that sh-t soft
get prof’, givin’ more tick than a wrist watch
sittin’ in the spot while countin’ digits, it’s just what
a c-nt do, stay about the biz, never switch off
and f-ck you mutts, all i need is some weed cash
some mean gash, a b-tch to suck d-ck and i’m sweet as
rep the lower class, they never showed us no love
blowin’ bud in vip, blowin’ notes in the club
gettin’ blown by a b-tch, blow a load on a sl-t
sh-t ain’t changed a f-ckin’ bit and it’s still blowin’ up
still drive around my town, f-ckin’ high as the crime rate
and why wait? the grind ain’t stopping, get mine aye
sittin’ countin’ up, hittin’ weed ’bout a buck
hittin’ c-nts with these pounds like a sixteen ounce glove

[verse 2 – that kid kearve]

i been reppin’ this sh-t, i ain’t the best in the biz
but you can find me at your girl’s crib choppin’ a mix
l!ckin’ lines off her cl-t, my eyebrows got a slit
i ain’t ever emptied a clip, but emptied my d-ck
in the back of her throat, ’til cum come out her nose
initials, they spell out tap, guess i was meant to get hoes
i was gifted with flows, ask the devil, he knows
c-nts attached to my back, everywhere that i go
i’m mixin’ spin with that green sh-t, for years i fiend it
but i made my money back, just believe in your dreams kid
if you can see it, guaranteed you can be it
back stage, i ain’t ever yellin’ out “weed lit”
lad i’m smashed off my c-nt, keen to get more drunk
chuck a [?] double dunk, you got none, why you lyin’ you c-nt?
you said you pushed it in your raps lad
well i’mma be like shady, get off tap until i collapse, facts
[verse 3 – redbak]

yeah, somebody pass me a spliff
and tell these motherf-ckers they don’t back up in this b-tch
nah, n0body does it like this
they keep buying to dish the lines, i’m too hard to resist
i’m that little voice inside lucifer’s head
got ears glued to the song like a game of musical chairs
confusin’ ’em when i tell ’em my producer is deaf
produces a gem and i lace it with hallucinogens, ha
it’s not just music, this to me is therapeutic
live my presence felt like n0body else is better suited
from a student, whose only focus was on self improvement
to a master of flows, well i’m gonna show yous how i do it
soon as i step up and do my thing, they go and fetch the body bags
catch me out in west syd, i’m still choppin’ plants
what i bring, considered contraband in foreign lands
turnin’ solid rappers into holograms

- fortay

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