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letra de rider - k21

[intro: [?] & k21]
ah, mr 21? it’s just k
here’s your green room per your rider
all right, all right, cool
uh, there’s bottled water (okay) and potato chips
(all right) and there’s b-tches (all right, someone get this guy)

[verse 1: k21 & rhymefest]
whaddup fest? they want us to rhyme tonight
well k, them ma’f-ckers better get the rider right
well, first up, i need some vodka with lime on ice
but not a cup worth, i need a lifetime supply
five-six but i’m eating like i’m twice the size
so i want tempura chicken with a side of rice
a shot of malört, fest, then we all afloat
two ma’f-ckers rockin’ like hall and oates
’til then i get blunted with rastas
and when police come then i run with no justice
the bread of the house, call me ‘pane di casa’
just give us the bread, they can end the discussion

[chorus: k21 & rhymefest]
they better get the rider right
or we ain’t gonna riot tonight
i swear i was finna stage dive tonight
look man, i was finna start a drunken fight
get the rider right, get the rider right
get live tonight, get the rider right
like rider, get your f-ckin’ life
right uh, get it f-ckin’ right

[verse 2: rhymefest]
i want the yellow m’n’ms with the nuts out
i want five bad hoes with their b-tts out
backstage, we all drunk and drugged out
who the let the ugly groupies in? get the f-ck out!
if you wanna see a show that’s outta sight
i want a smoke machine with a lot of lights
oh god, n-gg-s better get my rider right
or i’ma swing on ’em like peter parker with the spider bite
k, i wanna show the crowd all i am
i wanna dance to a michael jackson hologram
but rhymefest, that’s like five-hundred-fifty grand
they got fifty-thousand motherf-cker in the stands
i don’t understand (here’s your cocaine, mr fest)
where the h-ll is my weed and my m’n’ms?
i ain’t a guy that’s hard to get along with
rock a song with, the show ain’t right, i postpone it

[verse 3: k21 & rhymefest]
puffin on somethin’ like nothin’, stay crushin’
a rapper that’s cheesy like queso de papa’s
it’s effortless, easy, i flex ’til they’re dust
and with fest on the cut, all the heads know what’s up man
man, f-ck paper cups, we gon’ fill up a tub
if i’m dead by tomorrow we livin’ it up
break a leg out there, i walk on a crutch
my b-tch is italian, my blunt is a dutch
i spit automatic, come through on the clutch
the rider, what’s in it? you f-ckin’ it up

[outro: rhymefest]
get the rider right

- k21

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