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letra de wudup - jam baxter x lee scott

[verse 1: lee scott]
every hour’s happy hour
neck the henny now i’m back in power
thanks for keeping me throne warm (thank you)
gin or whisky, i’m so torn (more)
me crew are reckless
there’s more vodka in me orange juice for breakfast
excuse me, i’m too pretentious
interlocking b-tches like human tetris
that annoying kid with the high score
i live for everything that you die for
dope like
on me bill tapping veins
i’m big daddy kane
you’re one of them lil rapper names
i ain’t making love in a club like usher (nah)
just gimme big punisher in the bushes
might crush it though
f-ck a hoe
climbing upstairs in a bungalow, ‘cos

i’m way up, i stay up
i know meself, baby
there’s no way you’re putting me down
stood on the ground pointing up at the clouds, like
‘oh, wow! would you look at him now’
step in a puddle and drown, i’m so shallow
i make this sh-t sound like it’s something profound
oh, my god, i’m the goat
i apologise, [?], ‘cos i was just f-cking around

[verse 2: jam baxter]
rock a [?] suit at your funeral
claim you’re the king, we -ssume you’re delusional (ay)
[?] and serve me my usual
work with me, beautiful, please
sleep with a litre of moonshine
watched you evolve from foetus to fruit fly
bleeding the room dry
drunk on adrenaline
on the strip peddling
synthetic mescaline
all of his bredrins are sh-lling him ketamine
roll out your yard, i’m embezzling everything
walk in a room, and she slips off her wedding ring
blackmail the b-tch with this film i’m developing
all of these vultures just fold under questioning
sever the head and i’m eating the rest of him
but when he’s gone
i’ll be surprised if his family remember him (yeah)

i run my dinghy on a lake of liquor
them piranhas ate your brain for dinner
k!ll each other, let me play the winner
she still thinks i’m staying with her
while you sap at half a lager each
we never [?]
at the backdoor getting dashed out
got another credit card i can max out
‘spose i best leave

[verse 3: milkavelli & lyza jane]
devil
you ain’t sentimental
pedal to the metal, need unleaded petrol
i just crashed the rental, sh-t, i never meant to (sorry)
sorry, that was accidental
devil, devil, devil
you ain’t sentimental
well, sorry, baby girl; you’re very, very special
i owe you a present, and a bed of petals
at the present, though, i’m not getting settled
devil
i don’t get offended (huh?)
then why’d i text a message
to you and you’re acting like you never read it
i sent it, so i don’t really get it
i don’t really get it
i don’t get offended
well, sorry, baby girl
you know i never meant it
glad you get the message
that’s intended
this is for the few that get it
very esoteric (ugh!)

[verse 4: trellion]
i got suttin on my mind
i don’t know what it is though
f-cking on your wife
you think i wouldn’t, but i did though
40s on the pinto
rohypnol in my vimto
pockets fat, but my ribs show
1-20, wet through, but my d-ck float

what you saying?
i dont know, what you saying?
mmh, that’s what i’m saying
i’m the man now, or so they keep saying
it’s a d-mn shame
that you ain’t
the man, that is
i rolled out the p-ssy in a wheelchair!
i heard you fell out, but then you ran back in
p-ssy

(devil, devil, devil)
i don’t get offended

- jam baxter x lee scott

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