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letra de what a time (feat. rok red) - johnny quenno

[hook: rok red]
ah, rok, rokii, rok, rokii, what a time, what a time, ah, hanging with a team ain’t nothin’ coming between ain’t that dream, ha, what a time, ha fo’ real, what a time, what a time, ha

[verse 1: johnny quenno]
nothing was the same before i came, it was just like a normal game, that’s what i wanna explain, i’m feelin’ so paranoid, i can’t even go to brooklyn or detroit, yeah f-ck this world take my hand and go with me to wonderland, the world is dropping bombs for nothing and i dropping mixtapes for something, yeah i just looking for a person that understand my problems, my feelings and my thoughts, sometimes i’m feelin’ so lost, i just want you back, i don’t give a f-ck how much it cost, i thank god for the time i get, for my rap,hip hop and rhyming sh-t, yeah

[verse 2: rok red]
ah, yeah, rokii, look you better not f-ck with my clique, cuz i ain’t scared to sh-t, me and my clique we go ham about haters we don’t give a d-mn, ah looking for a real f-cking fans, in the oh yeah, you was always lying, you was never gang, gang, gang, gang, so motherf-cker stay out my lane,ah, so motherf-cker stay out my lane, hold up we was never the same, i been working, i been working, i been doing my thang, i been playing the game, haters be hatin’ on my chain, ah, sometime f-ck the world, often f-ck my life, always with the clique, but people still tryna control my life, n-gg- my life, and everytime they try it, think they drunk right and if they be talkin’ with you about someone behind they’re back, you should know they be doing the same thing with you, so no new friends, that’s all i’m f-ckin’ used to real friends cuz i ain’t with that bullsh-t man, try something stupid you see i’m coming with my gang, it’s gon’ be easy i’ll just go click, clack, bang, so don’t f-ck with my clique, i’m telling you man, ayy, and everytime they talkin’ behind your back, ayy, your stupid people dissin’ man f-ck that, ayy, i don’t really care what y’all thinkin’ about me, cuz i say what i want to say, now i wrote a big text to you and you didn’t responds, i heard you scared bruh, f-ck you and f-ck you and f-ck you and f-ck y’all

- johnny quenno

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