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letra de mans not hot (remix) - k-wak

lyrics:

[intro]

think i’m a little bit late on this one
but better late than never, right?
yeah, aye

[verse 1: k-wak]

cookin’ in the back room always on the grind
remember the goal always on my mind
you can’t see me i’m on another level
when the water stay cold i bring the kettle
he got the keys got this thing on lock
when i run you freeze but i ain’t ever gon’ stop
k-wak on the track but you already knew it
happy birthday blow out the candles, oh wait i already blew it
i ain’t gonna wait until the next one comes, when i can do this right now
have you lookin’ like the mario brothers, the way, that you really need to pipe down
see ya chattin’ from the sidelines, working your mouth while i’m working my talents
never worry bout a warrior, while you workin’ your fingers, i’m workin’ my talons, uh
only time you gon’ grow, is when it’s show time
i already showed my colors, they true blue
done it all, i ain’t even got a co-sign
that is not arrogance, that is not arrogance, more like commitment
cause sometimes, you get the most strength from things that cause you resistance
what’s offseason? that isn’t in my vocab
oh, you like money fast, huh? well, i’m switching up the program
worked hard for this, i put my hand to the plough
cause when i hit 30, i don’t wanna dream no more, i’ll be living it right now
ceasin’ the moment, like i put a little salt on it
run, like i put a little bolt on it
light up, like i put a little jolt on it
serve all the time, no fault on it
can’t keep to myself, no colt on it
took a leap of faith, had to trust god, like i did a pole vault on it, uh
they said it’s not possible, look at the proof (proof)
when life gave me lemons, i turned it to juice
yeah, i just hit the ground running, like a touchdown
yeah, i’ma go in til i’m gold, like a hash brown
yeah, beat-maker from the burbs, but i rap now
yeah, standin’ tall, so you know i never back down
no, i’m just tryna paint a picture, no sketcher
cause ya boy got the sauce, but no ketchup

[hook]

i tell em’ “mans not hot”
i tell em’ “mans not hot”
i got people who don’t wanna work with me, cause of the number of fans i got
but tell em’ “mans not hot”
tell em’ “mans not hot”
i’m the type to go ham at a party, but still remain sober and dance non-stop

[verse 2: k-wak]

listen, i write raps like a veteran
ill mind, but you know i got the medicine
tryna give em all light, like edison
embellishment, that is what we need
hide from the truth, but it’s what we seek
got a foul mouth, cause of what we speak
thinkin’ i’ma stop, man you got me weak
you must be sleep, talkin’, let me wake you up
i see the real you when you’re shaken up
started making noise, got no reception, now you asking me why we breakin’ up?
let me straighten up, wait what’s the time?
it’s time for k-wak to drop a rhyme
what if i 2, put an x on u, how would you feel? did that cross your mind?
drunk in the spirit, i am not sober
the old me gone, like i got older
treat my problems like monday morning, that’s cross over
i got hovah, but i am not at your door knocking
the flow so fine, it’s jaw-dropping
you can’t handle what i’m pitchin’, that’s why you ball watching
that’s a knock out, breathalyzer, heavy blow
you prolly wanna brace yourself, like the main chick off that ugly betty show
you’re a psychic, boy you already know
what i’m about to do, with this steady growth
i’ma come through with that punchline and, hold up boy
why you touch my spaghetti for huh?
i wasn’t finished
i’m not done yet
i could keep going
sunrise until sunset
expose the lies, til they undressed
then leave em’ out in my front yard
trash lyrics over trash beats is the definition of a junkyard
that’s, until k-wak drop that fresh fresh
no salami
they got them weapons of m-ss destruction, sucks they can’t harm me
i been good with the paper, that’s origami
hittin’ up my future with that “how you doing”, i call that tribbiani
cause she good lookin’, she lookin’ good, she working out for my goodie
two shoes, two socks, one shirt, some jeans, shades and a black hoodie
that’s got the making of a good night
haters sleeping, tell em’ good night
the only way you’ll feel satisfied is when you out here living that good life
you, won’t be filled up tryna empty bottles
you, won’t be filled up gettin’ plenty models
it’s living life to the full, you gotta lift and keep on spittin’
cause this good life, that i’m talkin’ bout, is a gift that keeps on givin’

- k wak

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