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letra de r punch - kindred (phl)

[chorus: fern]
hot like a percolator
drip on me until the later
in the boulevard
watching the stars, yeah they punchin’ hard
cookin’ in the kusina
making noise we the busina in the boulevard
and i’m on the bar
we crusin’ hard
kindred boulevard

[verse 1: moses]
put it on me my brotha
i’m in my hot boy summer
sipping on pina colada
i’m eating carne asada
i’m in the office, cooking up a rap
brewing up a storm with an ass like that
boss sh-t, chillin’ on the deep end
keep it real no i can’t pretend
born with it, this is my calling
and if i listen to you i might get boring
and f-ck that bullsh-t
i bring the newness
deeper with a subsonic
mariana, thotiana flowing
i body this
i’m marvelous
anonymous
i’m all of it
while all of us
are smoking on this a huge fat j
and i do all of it, a pluralist
i made this game
imma hominid, i’m bombing it
remember my name (coz)
is it on me
is it on me
is it on me, or you
captain of ship
kicking with the crew (yeah)
is it on me
is it on me
is it on me, or you
captain of ship
kicking with the crew (yeah)
[verse 2: fern]
put you, put you on to new sh-t
pressure management i feel it on the newness
they say i could really f-ck around and do this
oh yeah, you might not know
say, say, say, they come and they go
move on and out of the way can’t stay on the low
but this a different kind of feel
hold static, i need you here to feel
why you gotta do it for attention?
on my mind she pulls me for the tension
(?)
aye aye aye aye

[verse 3: moses]
payday payday
mosie make it rain rain rain rain
chilling off grid, my phone still go rang rang rang rang
growing up i was that problem child little i
now everybody say they miss me tryna compromise
i slide while i protect the vibe
my tribe i got my ride or dies
the catalyst, i started going for them extra fries
conversations with my kinship while we vapor ride
staring at the canopies, ribbons in the skies
living with my kinfolk, i need no disguise
i done this sh-t since i was young now i’m that busy guy
bro flowing like he feel himself i bite that bullet tight woah
make way, make way strutting down that runway, runway
(make way, make way strutting down that runway, runway)
surfing through the sound yeah we on our own wave (own wave, yeah)
i know you miss that lovely hook spin it back like a beyblade
(beyblade)
[chorus: fern]
hot like a percolator
drip on me until the later
in the boulevard
watching the stars, yeah they punchin’ hard
cookin’ in the kusina
making noise we the busina in the boulevard
and i’m on the bar
we crusin’ hard
kindred boulevard

- kindred phl

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