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letra de freestyle 4/wtfrn - kanye west

[intro: kanye west]
this that rap god sh-t, n-gga
i rip every one of these mothaf-ckas down, ayy
rah, rah, rah
rah, rah

[verse 1: kanye west]
closed eyes, see things
fire up, tweaking
you in my freak dreams
you in my freak dreams
bad b-tch, you dig that
get stacks, drive cars, whip out
b-tch out, tits out
oh sh-t, my d-ck out
can she suck it right now?
f-ck, can she f-ck right now?
i done asked twice now
can you bring your price down?
lil boosie with the wipe down
a little woozy but i’m nice now
what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now?
what the, what the f-ck right now?
what if we f-ck right now?
what if we f-cked right in the middle
of this mothaf-ckin’ dinner table?
what if we f-cked at this vogue party?
would we be the life of the whole party?
shut down the whole party
would everybody start f-ckin’?
would everybody start f-ckin’?
would everybody start f-ckin’?
they don’t want nothin’
you mothaf-ckas livin’ like half of your level, half of your life
i smack her on her ass if she ghetto, i ain’t gon’ lie
we be in the bathroom f-ckin’ like “baby, don’t get too loud!”
i can, i can see it, yeah
[verse 2: desiigner]
hey, i want it right now
ball on them n-ggas, get heated and shot down
you get hit with the pie now
rolls with k!lla money n-gga get by now
right now, right now
i’m with n-ggas that have been to versailles now
side now, slide down

[interlude: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
i’m not crazy, i’m a f-ck—ohh, sh-t!
floopy goober, motherf-cker (floopy f-ckin’ goober)
hey, man, god d-mn, hey, bro
they ain’t ready for what we ’bout to bring back!
they ain’t ready for tyler with the green hat!
ugh, f-ck it
they ain’t ready for the w-ng$ap, n-ggas!
i—i’mma rap this next verse
f-ck is n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
yo
we gon’ die legends!

[verse 3: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
i hope you stackin’
i hope you puttin’ some money to the side, my n-gga, and payin’ your taxes (yeah)
i hope you not incriminatin’ you and your n-ggas on songs if you trappin’
i hope you dressin’ yourself and not followin’ n-ggas opinions on fashion
i hope them cars that you drivin’ ain’t rented just to get some comments on ‘gram
oh, sh-t, they are, because you not the man
low self-esteem, hide it in lean (yeah), xan every meal
you f-ckin’ weak, and you robbin’ your plug? (yeah)
you ain’t got no plan, but i’m not here to judge
’cause, apparently, you’re doin’ your thing
talk your sh-t, young n-gga! woo!
i know they see me
your pants got a flood, a little bit katrina
oh, you wearin’ vans and supreme this season?
stop lyin’ to yourself, n-gga, me the reason
ahh! right now, n-gga
ugh, right now
a little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
this little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
she eatin’ coochie, kinda dyk- now, ugh
got a new dirt bike, wow
and it match the go-kart, go “skrrt!” now (talk your sh-t!)
i really want the la ferrari, but sh-t (vmmm)
can’t you lower the price down?
[bridge: a$ap rocky & tyler the creator]
f-ck right now
ayy! ayy!
f-ck right now
woo! god! ayy
ayy right now, n-gga
what the f-ck right now!
go right now, n-gga
what the f-ck right now!
bite down, n-gga, here we go!

[verse 4: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
’cause i’m not one (woo!)
when it come to a vision, they ain’t got one (woo!)
rolling stone never gave me a cover, so…
um… (god) so i shot one! (woo!)
i ain’t do college (woo!), i said f-ck them lessons (yeah)
i ain’t join no gang, i said f-ck them weapons (yeah)
grabbed the keyboard, clancy crossed my path (woo!)
cashed my first check and said “f-ck depression, n-gga!”
(got this money!)
n-gga what you scared for? (woo!)
everybody lean, everybody gang though (right)
n-gga you a new slave, i’m an old one
thanks to ben yang, still walk around with chains on (right)
like you ain’t seen no sh-t like mine (woo!)
you ain’t seen no d-ck like mine
nahhh—pause
[chorus: a$ap rocky]
what the, what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now? (right now!)
what the f-ck right now? (golf w-ng, n-gga!)
what the f-ck right now? (a$ap gang, n-gga!)
what the f-ck right now?
what the f-ck right now? (ay ay ay ay)
what the f-ck right now?
(these n-ggas don’t know what we ’bout to do)
what the f-ck right now? (ay man)
(these n-ggas don’t even understand! godd-mn, man!)

[verse 5: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
told you d-ckheads i’ma go nuts (woo)
n-ggas told me to grow up (hanh?!)
so i matured to a v10 (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m in a vacant lot doin’ donuts (skrrt, skrrt)
there go my ego, leggo my eggo
never sip syrup, shout my n-gga schooly
y’all don’t want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
cause he pushin’ that mayo, fuego (oww!)
respect when you see him
boy, last album was a musical museum
somethin’ always lost with you n-ggas like liam
neeson, boy, you better run (yeah!)
here i come, snortin’ glitter, portrait pictures
i don’t run with many cause their walk is bitter
n-ggas mad at t, where the tall freckled white boys at?
’cause i don’t f-ck with n-ggas (woo!)
that’s not my homie, that’s not my whoadies (yeah!)
that not my team, n-gga, they’re benchwarmers (f-ck ’em!)
i am a stormer, i am a trooper (f-ck ’em!)
i am a koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as i moved it
i run the business, i do not got time for n-ggas’ opinions
they f-ckin’ stupid, don’t need ’em, don’t want ’em
i drop ’em, they’re deadweight, them n-ggas useless
neck heavy like mothaf-ckin’ bad news (woo!)
thanks to ben baller, walkin’ with a hunchback
i got a new white one that i worked hard for
so the doors on my car doin’ jump-jacks (riiight)
my big bro frankie got a porsche (hanh?)
my little brother taco got a bimmer
if you see ’em around me, they eatin’
we all good, it’s like fema, but of course

[interlude: a$ap rocky]
get money, n-gga! get money!
all you funny-lookin’ n-ggas, back the f-ck up!
ayy, ayy, ayy, man

[verse 6: tyler, the creator]
um, oh, i wanted to add this
i sit in room with a to-do list, pro-
ceed to do and play acoustics, you
sit around and look at me feelin’ foolish
rollin’ up and make excuses, f-cking losers
jesus, d-mn man

[outro: a$ap rocky & tyler, the creator]
f-ck them n-ggas! ayy, man, ayy, man!
what the f-ck right now!
ayy i just got one mothaf-ckin’ question:
what the f-ck right now!
why the f-ck these n-ggas wanna look like you now?
what the f-ck right now!
why the f-ck these hoes wanna f-ck a n-gga like you now?
what the f-ck right now!
why the f-ck these n-ggas frontin’ like n-ggas ain’t been invented the swag they runnin’ with?
why the f-ck is n-ggas actin’ like n-ggas ain’t the originators of this sh-t?
man, i tell these n-ggas they can die and suck a d-ck!
how was that?
cool?

- kanye west

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