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letra de slap! (woozah) - fyve shinobi

[verse 1]
wachu know about? bouncing…
if you wana bump this jam, make e turn in your jeep, there is fire on the mountain
cos you know we running deep, tryna stack up on the cheese, but you know it’s not a small thing
then i pull up with the geez, as we cross the seven seas, still dripping like a fountain…
bust it down for me… everywhere that i go… my god whose that?
they be asking wrongs questions screw that, i’m here to get your soul lifted, screw jack
but if you ain’t got soul, you better move back
i don’t want no drama, sonning all these n-ggas might need help from my mama
baby, sitting rappers while i’m spitting like a llama, cooking versеs, faster than noodles in yokohama. yey!

[hook 1]
(woozah!!)
my drip slaps from my hеad to my feet, and i look like cheese. (woozah!!)
makavelli all day, all eyes on me. (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, let’s talk fees, what’s it gon’ be? (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, homie

[verse 2]
strike one looks like bloodclats, wanna test a bad man, their ekg go run flat
strike two, haters on your nut sacks, praying for your nemesis, only cause you talk facts
strike three, i try to keep the peace, but they tryna get me p-ssed, so i pull a piece and bust back
you don’t wanna cause your demise, cause i’m dotting all the t’s and i’m dotting all the i’s
i am a mad man, don draper in a melanin, through a cat scan, looking like a boss
do not pretend like you don’t wanna see me on, so i demand that you fly me high across
somewhere overseas where the sky’s tryna meet up the sun, and the season is accurate
i’m on some mind blown sh-t, slapping like mom’s old slips, tell me if it laps
[hook 2]
(woozah!!)
my drip slaps from my head to my feet, and i look like cheese. (woozah!!)
makavelli all day, all eyes on to me. (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, let’s talk fees, what’s it gon’ be? (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, homie

[verse 3]
confess, i’m proper, talk true, so that make you prosper
been keeping it cool since dan foster, i dey sharpen knife for the chicken on my roster
no dey form, soro soke, tell me what you looking for, i will locate all
tell me anne are you okay? open up your 32, let me give you colgate
i got a fire burning within me , to cap it off, drip is minus degrees
icey cold life, i’m tryna build heat, but the fact remains that i’m high on blue cheese, take it easy…
chaperone these n-ggas, take em on a tour just to see me rip up
beats back to back, cause i beez in the trap, and the beasting is back in the booth way iller

[hook 3]
(woozah!!)
my drip slaps from my head to my feet, and i look like cheese. (woozah!!)
makavelli all day, all eyes on to me. (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, let’s talk fees, what’s it gon’ be? (woozah!!!)
everything slaps, homie

- fyve shinobi

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