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letra de layers in arizona - jon keith

ya ya
man they don lost they minds sending me this yeah yeah
arcitec

[verse 1]
this is that hot cheddar, i’m second better
hit me with anything, everything it still wouldn’t matter
it so insane out of my cap they call me the mad hatter
htless wonder what’s in the soup i can see dead redder
two hit they never knew me, dare you to sue me
if these bars was made of hershey’s you still couldn’t chew me
how i’ll rap you in a pretzel then sprinkle it with some cinnamon
or rather a synonym i skittle level with eminem hold on
flip flop but i ain’t cook
are you a dummy a chump or bum or punk aor maybe a fool
someone told me you was was a k!ller you look more like a tool
im a thrid year rapper ill take you to school
bro you sway off track
most hype but them eyes on me
so i id wthe king when i don’t see
when i can’t be i sing rip
cause tbh my dna is built tnt thats on g
homie thats the new hot chucking j hit ’em with the stove thats too hot
no a lot of things i lose i do not
its too many ways like im rocking with a doo rag
hey homie i hit em ooh we never even stated this year
its like the interlude
watch your feet so hot we gon cook it on the street
throw it down yeah you messing with the heat

[hook]
like i’m in arizona
it’s too hot nah nah, it’s too hot
like i’m in arizona
it’s too hot, it’s too hot
like i’m in arizona
it’s too hot nah nah
like i’m in arizona
it’s too hot nah nah, it’s too hot

[verse 2]
yo that’s another hit for the record
lot of these rappers looking simple, i’m the chess to they checkers, yeah (ya ya ya ya)
don’t ask what we been doin, arcitec building a brand, i call that a double decker
fix your face, why you mad? if you ain’t wanna learn why you even come to cl-ss?
yeah we was in finnie’s k!llin the crowd i watched fool murder and said he got off days and then he dab
i place swag over comfortability
i’m cooking in the thread but i think that
s why she’s into me
my flow too tight there ain’t no room for the enemy
i rock my yellow jacket to the show. who’s act in billin me?
no chill in me. for real in me. i went bananas on the track now they peelin me
how they tearing the game down ands now they billin me uh
og’s in the game call me young blood, but ain’t no kin in me
i mean for real, tell me waht’s the deal they ain’t awnna show me how to do it so i went and made a deal
still god is my shiled
you don’t want to be my friend homie you can come and be a meal that’s real
hallelujah or hollywood used to be either or if not the hood
but my king slept, and he dreamed me
now i beleaf in his fatherhood
uh yeah we been too hot
hey brodie watch the att-tude

- jon keith

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