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letra de bukayo saka - heems

yeah, yeah, yeah
lapgan (we’re bar out)
mansho, yeah (we’re bar out)
hollywood heems, i live a wild life son
keep me in touch with more birds than the wild life fund
i green light that red light like 1, 2, 3
i see your moves before you do, like sun soo see
so all you hear is blacka blacka, blacka blacka
if the rabbit cook for 24 hours at dhamaka
i’m with my jewish friends, russ and daughters for the locker
only right wing i acknowledge is bukayo saka
sprinkle the cumin in my hoonin, i’m a goated human
sliding how i’m moving, yo i’m a shooin’
i’m with your boo and, you get boo’d at
i’m like a saint when i spit, they asking who that
so don’t say sh-t, you know you best serve me in silence
i roll with nihilus and somе stylists who get violent
lamb ragu out in long island and we wildin’
got hindu jеwelers on deck for all my diamonds
gold chains and taco meat like carne asada
k!ll a cop and dip to cuba, i’m in oda like asada
i’m with eric estrada, us sonatas and some prada
whole enchilada, k!ll my cousin for the throne like in the mahabharata
mahabharat, i’m asking where the freaks at
i roll around with two glizzies like i’m slavoj zizek
i pull up with blades, big ones, like the sikhs had
your bar is weak, i peep that and i critique that
where your mystique at? i eat squab with my mob
i’m at a college in punjab, the casanova of the choir, the heartthrob
i’m in my saab, watching les miserables
i’m a kebab sn0b, you f-ck around and get robbed, uh
i got money out the wazoo, that’s where the kajoo
piece together modules of the verse because i got to
watch me bag a princess like i’m dodi fayed
my [?] is lyin’, we only riot ’til it’s holy zion
get the baackroom at the restaurant because i’m holy private
i think i’m the sh-t but i admit i’m grossly biased
you use my name for clout, so on sight for that bozo
i ball like ray for alston in the 90s at cardozo
i got belts in every color like i run a dojo
i’m a big dawg, you toto, you only so-so
i put dollars, rupees and pounds up in my coffer
sippin’ oolong out the cup with the saucer
the best author
f-ck around, i disappear, you like hoffa
a-symmetric, plongé, leather from stauffer
suit from campagna, third-genny artisans
they want that sh-t that’s hard again
they glad i’m makin’ art again
pull my face card again and prada for the cardigan
asafoetida
what’s that?
asa defedida
what is it in hindi?
hing

- heems

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