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letra de amiri - frxxer

[verse]
amiri drip, i’m in amici eating well-done fillet fish
quarter pound of cali into thirty-two little bits
i’m in the passy side, c roaring up the v6
flannels and the canada, copping valentino kicks
i got it out the bits and i got it outta country don
they’re tryna ask me what i’m on, the same ting i’ve been on for long
the trap my desire, even if the moves i made were wrong
still bounce back from a loss cah my game’s strong
still money up and down, suttin like a seesaw
branded content, branded whips, taking detours
or i’m in the blenders hitting heads, tryna see more
this class b’s on thе backseat might cost four
that’s four quid a box, might be cheapеr if you take more
cutting through roundhay, the head by temple
hit another charlie head, murray on the tennis court
soon get the wimbledon rolex fully bought
cutting through harehills, cold call c4
b-tches all loves it, giving man rose quartz
mind who you’re f-cking with, a lot of man snitch and talk
if i were young thug, i woulda put a milli on ’em all
hit squad riddims getting spun on another sauce
i’m on a break with white birds, watch me fly ’em all
with this white chick from manny, chelsea got a lot of talk
my trap sh-t’s slappy, made my brudda go crash his porsche
my mother kinda shocked that my jacket cost a z of raw
still pattern her and her yard without no force
dumb little d-ckhead, ain’t done sh-t for his mum at all
flexing for a chick and had a eight bussing on the o
when i was locked up, i made a quarter off a prison phone
my chinger days done, grab the burner if you’re giving talk
but beef don’t make sense if i’m talking all this money talk
if i’m talking all this money talk
free my right hand, that brudda done a decade in the cell
lost his mum too, if that were you, you woulda f-cking fell
wish him health and to prevail cah he’s living through h-ll
soon get his cat d, back to shotting top shelf
look the judge in his eyes, no time for no apology
smashed his face in, got done for grievous bodily
teenage terror, had the papers tryna ruin me
f-ck them too, buss a smile, walked out casually
smoking cali with this lightie, see the way she light it up
i can tell she ain’t new from the way she light it up
you can’t pay for love so why try buy it with branded stuff?
love you mum, all these b-tches ain’t worth the time or cuffs

- frxxer

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