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letra de 2020 - king sol

[verse]
yee, yea yea
i just took a nonstop over the atlantic
i don’t got a drop top ain’t no need to panic
at the mom and pop shop reading a britannica
winter with the crop tops i don’t understand it
diploma in my left hand i’m at the colosseum
friends back home no i wouldn’t wanna be ‘em
my boys stressing about getting in the dms
i can sleep at night don’t need tylenol pms
i don’t want a pipe (no)
i don’t wanna drink (no)
i need 5 seconds let me get up here and think
homies hit my phone they like do you wanna link?
well i’m across the globe get another time to sync
when i rap it’s like there’s 27 letters in the alphabet (aye)
i been eating right got my fish that’s halibut
next month calabasas i might handle it
i might have to pull up somewhere else and handle it like aye
we might take a trip down to sicily
there is no comparison i’m not a simile
we been out in italy my nostalgia k!lling me
anything i say man i did all of that literally
i don’t check no baggages but i’m checked out (i’m checked)
all this happened in the way that i sketched out
i took a middle school idea now it’s fleshed out (it is!)
we can’t make a song until your cigarette’s out like aye
i’m on the amalfi
you need motivation well i don’t do no coffee
i don’t do covfefe let me write this essay
all my songs drop they like muy caliente
i’m just tryna get respect when i slide
got a plan a, b and c but that’s on the side
i go undercover i might have to go and spy
they told me that you need to keep it ready in the stride, in the stride
i’m on a lil nas x type of come up
music plus the work ethic you don’t gotta sum up
took ‘em by surprise when i went around and snuck up
i deliver sauce homie you could call me grubhub
whoa said i’m
headed up to downtown sf in the summer
i don’t need no head chef, mansion or a hummer
imma put the work in i always been a runner
took the cr-p outta music i’m the certified plumber
now i got a rail p-ss bumping into europe
the greatest rappers out look at me they like “you’re up”
they say they need someone who don’t talk about the syrup
i’m headed to the studio let’s see what i can stir up
ah, it’s a new year vision 20/20
ready for the blow up still don’t care about the money
i’m like beats, send me beats, i’m gon’ feed em to my tummy
my acquaintances will text me like we friends i think it’s funny
2020 think i’m ‘boutta pop off
i’m authentic from the bay i’m not a knock off
i’m the goalie blocking shots like nabokov
going hunnid in the sixty with the top off aye
yee, one of a kind i say what’s on my mind yeah

- king sol

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