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letra de chanclas - gucci greggo

[intro]
this is just gonna be one of those songs i go off on
just so you know

[verse 1]
who the f-ck gonna go toe to toe with me
been a rap god since f-ckin’ 03
flow is so cold, it’s gonna f-ckin’ freeze
ain’t here to play nice, just wanna speak free
soundcloud flow, ain’t makin’ no cheese
throw dirt on my name, i’ma break your knees
ain’t no cap, just sippin’ my tea

nice verse, nice verse

[verse 2]
cap off
mixtape sh-t gonna add up
young greggo on the beat, don’t matter
michael myers, halloween
blood splatter
gun shots, one time
sh-t gon’ scatter
girl so fine
lookin’ like a whole platter

sound like gambino on candler road
ain’t tryna sound mean, just in a zone
rappin’ on the beat like i’m f-ckin’ grown
puttin’ out hits that go hard as stone
the only one artist you don’t f-ckin’ know
ignoring all the talent that’s been shown

ain’t tryna make money
i just wanna go home
and sit and watch a movie on google chrome
cuz i’m winnin’ the game with no chromosomes

nah nah nah hol up a minute

[verse 3]
changing up my flow, like the homie on the bass drop
sh-t so hard i can’t stop
get too high like woodstock
you got my verse, it can’t flop
fro so long, it got chopped
wanna be famous, just go pop
greggo boi wanna make hip hop
only homie sh-t, ain’t no opps

a lot of people got to let me know that they proud of me
cuz puttin’ in my everything with no sh-t to gain
got me feelin’ a lil bit of brain drain
it’s the chaining day
just play the game
and one day i’ll have all the fame
they know the name
they know i’m flame
now they tryna fit me in a frame

rappin’ through my t–th, i got slurred speech
they want the boy, acting like a leech
im spittin’ facts, but i don’t preach
so listen up, i got sh-t to teach
don’t go to far, i’m on par
get the outreach
so they play my sh-t, while i’m at the beach
tryna steal my flow but i’ma tax each
like ay

[interlude]
yeah this whole song just be a contradictary statement. all cap

[outro]
i’m just
up in the mornin’, put some baller shorts on
bustin’ that ass at the crack of dawn
sh-t go hard like wrath of kahn
i am the sh-t just like a don
ay
i must admit
i am p-ssed off just a bit
but all good vibes i must omit
cuz i got the flow that’ll outwit
the enemy
beat got me feelin’ so heavenly
already know that i’m packin’ that weaponry
feelin’ divine and they callin’ that blasphemy
cuz i am the man, there’s no debate
a lotta hate
but i’m feelin’ great
i raised the stakes
was a piece of cake
oh lord, how much money can a young man make?

- gucci greggo

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