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letra de zip ties - j rhys, luca santamaria

[intro]

yeah, yeah, back in the stu, 2001
jtr, jtr

[verse 1]

darling you don’t even love yourself, so how could you love me
all you do is complain when i’m acting grumpy
never thought that trapping would work plug flew me a ball and i tried like rugby
it’s that just me and my darg sitting down in the shower, well i think it must be

well i think it must be, had a gyal and she just don’t trust me
and this lean come yellow like mustard, you wouldn’t know cause you ain’t got enough p’s
some man didn’t see no justice, [?]
[?]

and it’s funny how they stayed the same, and the same yutes are the onеs watching me grow
i’m a white yute i can rap, but you ain’t еver gonna hear me say
you ain’t ever gonna see me on vevo, independent man i just do me bro
now man’s tryna get flee, i was straight bruck now i could never be bro

tryna be balling like i hit the lottery, i make it working and there ain’t no stopping me, no
show love to my mum because she done a lot for me
why the mandem gotta change up, they didn’t do us any favours
now i’m smoking different flavours, we just do it for the paper
you ain’t a trapper you a faker, i can see through all this fake love
why they bagging us for grinding, if criminals is what they made us
tell em just wait on the timing, i see you’ll see me on the stage up
i was never good at maths, no, all i know is how to weigh stuff

[verse 2]

get ill when i spit i’m too sick bro, we were bagging up the weed in zip ties
it was hard but you know i can’t quit, no done me dirty and it just don’t sit right
but you know i’m gonna pop like vimto, and that’s why i pour lean in this sprite
i’m hard and it’s only the intro, you ain’t gonna get better than this guy

got all this on my mind, but i ain’t got the time
so imma just stay on my grind
they don’t wanna see me win, imma go patiently wait on that time
all of my brothers know i’m gonna shine

i never get in my feelings, we gon stack up this bread to the ceiling
thanking the lord cause you know i’m still breathing
i’m still breathing, i’m still leaning
if i’m seeing my family good, money could never go buy that feeling

but the cats out, still fiending, bring a rack out, or get the p’s in
then we back out, in the freezing cold
them man already know like, anytime i spit they froze
i don’t want gold, i just want platinum plaques wanna see how many tracks i’ve sold
you man are just old, some of you are older than that
13 i was holding a pack
spit on these beats with bro it’s cold
when i hear you it’s just totally whack, like
f-ck that sh-t, i’m done blud, f-ck you pr-cks

- j rhys luca santamaria

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