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letra de baymusic - kig v2

[chorus]
rags, i’m in rags
i’m in rags, i look cash
ayyy!
stacked, but you mad
i’m in rags, but i’m fab
ayyy!
rags, i’m in rags
blow your grasp, like a tab
ayyy!
rags, i’m in rags
i look so, f-cking snazzay!

[verse 1]
gangly guy, ain’t gots no gang
you still flinch, ain’t got jut my head
you cut your eyes like b-tter knives, you ain’t no threat, you’re b-tter fed
spit facts ‘til the buzzer ends
i b-tch smack, and the buzzard’s fed
you blubber, and i’m buggin’, so bust a buck, like, f-ck my rennnnt, agh!
she on fire for the poker, she gotsta give that sh-t for lent, yah!
treat industry plants like pogo, and i ain’t need no f-cking mentor!
ya’all think you do the most, though, if i went in half, it’d mess ya’all!
bro ain’t got real motive, i’m just off my f-cking meds, yahhhhh
d-ck size fine, ain’t need a benz, yah
still blow a kiss to feds, yah
my soul’s coat white, can’t choke my life
in broad daylight, so bide ya’all’s time
just swallow life, bravado guise
and earn your star, the hollow type
not from a gun, but the heaven you destabilized…
trucker hat, no cable guy
jumpy cat, no razor ice
still can’t f-cking bat, these sable eyes
i’m f-cking mad, i’m f-cking dry
should’ve f-cking died, but when it comes to life
it’s succulent, until i’ve savored twice…
yah!

[chorus]
rags, i’m in rags
i’m in rags, i look cash
ayyy!
stacked, but you mad
i’m in rags, but i’m fab
ayyy!
rags, i’m in rags
blow your grasp, like a tab
ayyy!
rags, i’m in rags
i look so d-mn–unf…

[verse 2]
f-ck a dap, f-ck a deal
you hard for gram, but not for real
f-ck a front, here’s a bill
hunts are fun, do as you will
you think that real g’s sniffing pills? no
think that real g’s imbeciles? no
that their best friend’s a spaniel? no
scared to skip or split a meal? no
if you had a f-cking backbone, you wouldn’t be gassed, and boast
how subconscious racists that are as in touch with the facts as ghosts
bump your songs in lame places, pretend they’re ratchet hoes
while their granddad exploits you bum ass boys, and buys a boat for his summer massive home…
doggy dog, i’ve seen you
dodge the dong of god too f-cking long
to just kiss ass, or sit back, while the
aks, vlads, adams and doms
donkey kong the bongos
the hacks amassing, pr-nto
let’s tango
goooong!
summon a dummy soooong!
pick your poison, any poison, with the toooongs!
arab zaywop, he ain’t really bout no drammmm’
but if my d-ck’s your tums, i got the stamina!

- kig v2

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