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letra de headcrack - hidefinition

[intro]

[chorus]
uh, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

un, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

[verse 1:hollywood]
i got the rock i’m ’bout to spot up

this my spot they yelling active shooter
heard this nigga rapping with two brains
heard one a mac computer
o.k. i’m tweaking the temple go harder
put tats on my body cause that b-tch a rental
the homie the home town contender
i ex out your local career fam if that what you into
murder on[?] all instrumentals but
imma just leave it alone niggas know the agenda
d-mn i always hit my stride in the winter
the hotter the fire the colder the k!ller
magilla, i stay with a clique of gorillas
thats ready to go so you know how it go
local niggas steady hating on twitter
we k!lling they numbers and ain’t did no show

[verse 2:skywalker]
ooo
they ain’t hearing you murder
so f-ck it i’m taking it further
mister local celebrity
but what they telling me
is i ain’t never been heard of (shit)
they delirious
i’m making them furious, curious
wondering how walker do it like that
as a matter of fact you niggas is cr-ps
and i ain’t talking sevens on my heavens
balling like mike in these red elevens
to all you f-ckers thats dissin’ pay attention
show ’em the winners rendition, composition
of all this ether we spittin’
either you with it or you can subdue to these whippins’
but five hundred years of that
you would think you niggas wouldn’t adhere to that

[chorus]
uh, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

un, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

[verse 3:skywalker]
now look at how they rootin’ for me
oh my god all these broads
getting loose just for me
yeah i got the juice
i’m hotter than what lucifer be
tell the truth sir i am proof
of what you couldn’t be
i’m hookin’ and jabbin’ like c-ssius
they gasping for air like asthmatic
i’m doing numbers in my slumber
i enjoy all my bad habits just saying
all of this hating is getting archaic
got the game lock while you playing, dismaying
you critics that talking that gibberish
just talking a little to big for your britches

[verse 4:hollywood]
all my life i was trying to get it, i got it
my circle was crowded i started to cry
but they jocking i’m like nigga can you stop it
its cool if you can’t bro we all got problems really
find you some pussy to lay in or something
i’m making it hard to keep up with the runners
thems niggas that’s just ’bout they numbers, paper
tryna get me a mule with that 40 acres too
go white beat the beat like anita baker ooo
it really ain’t nothing that you can say or do
reality check, i don’t need yo respect
got my calories up, labels dialing me up
i’m just eating greedy elbows on the table
you gone hear me nigga whether now or later

[chorus]
uh, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

un, uh, work out
uh, uh, ooo

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