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letra de wow! - khalil? (rapper)

replacing food with weed, i’m sad i got into it
got me loopy in a dream, now i’m walking stupid
throwing punches to the air, i know my karma’s brewing
how do all your choices end the same? i see you keep on losing

i got shots, rocks, thick locs
f-ck with a n-gga, you get dropped
dropped, rocked, i can’t even (pshh, d-mn)
i can’t even, i can’t even stop

do we need weed or do we really not?
bro walk with a fan when it’s cold, keep it really hot
ran a couple plays with my bro on some silly thot
she always on go, she want motion, said she need the drop
it’s baby, why she think i’m juicing?
cause i’m living life like a dream and it’s way too lucid
and you think he not tryna knock, are you really that stupid?
that’s why you bummy and you broke
’cause you don’t know that it’s ruthless (man)

charge it to the game
woke up one day and said d-mn i really want some fame
some of you boys are addicts and i don’t want it, so i can never hang
yes, i’m from the burbs so it don’t matter what you gon claim to bang

i got shots, rocks, thick locs
f-ck with a n-gga, you get dropped
dropped, rocked, i can’t even (pshh, d-mn)
i can’t even, i can’t even stop
came up and seen things you would never see
woke up all of a sudden, now i’m turning to who they dream to be
i don’t like myself, that’s how i feel like usually
but they mess with me, some of ’em jealous, like too od

that’s not my d-mn problem
99 hoes in my phone but i won’t keep or cop ’em
everyone thinks that i’m a lover boy, watch me shock ’em
if they tryna chat about their feelings, say shut up and stop ’em
(what in the h-ll are you saying)

i’m the bible now
talk all that talk like a female, you a run-around
stacked up my bread on accident, i’m a stunter now
(pshhh)
like i’m david blaine
take my own risks off the cliff, i’m not scared to hang
you talk too much but it’s nothing, boy, what you saying?
i’m not out in chi, i’m in the ella now
moved up out the chi, i’m in the burbs, a good fellas out
i got one, too many d-mn lames tryna take sauce
can’t even think straight, i’ll really rip his face off
no, i’m a burn liver, i’ll really get them jakes called (hmmm)
on you and your whole crew
sorry n-gga, i’m tryna come home, i’ll really snitch on you
i got shots, rocks, thick locs
f-ck with a n-gga, you get dropped
dropped, rocked, i can’t even (pshh, d-mn)
i can’t even, i can’t even stop

- khalil rapper

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