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letra de afg - kkalas

[intro: workrate]
kezii
what you know ’bout bootin’ race? broski’s jammed and my ones slappedped
and s got close, nearly shaved his face
shak got packed, i’m billin’ that dank
why this rosé got a fragrant taste?
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste

[verse 1: workrate]
brought wools to the block, tryna tell and show
if we get that drop, i just rev and go (skrrt, bap)
i ain’t tryna say that the opps ain’t ridin’, but we ride more, but we better at smoke (you know)
go check the papers, go ask the paigons, attempted packs that we should’ve been smokin’ (ayy, bill that, bill that)
all them years that the gang kept rage, but now, these packs got shak and rose in (ayy, bill that, bill that)
just spoke to la, me and bro-bro said, “this beef can’t die ’til big k’s dead” (free bro)
you can ask my name with the blood that shed (go ask), that’s bare opp blocks, how many opps got fed? (ha)
he backed his shaver, still got shaved, i made it back, not a scratch on deck (not one)
get straight to the action, jason stath’, parried up, buck feds when we snap through a vent (إن شاء الله)
[chorus: workrate]
what you know ’bout bootin’ race? broski’s jammed and my ones slapped (grrt, bap)
and s got close (bap, bap), nearly shaved his face
shak got packed, i’m billin’ that dank
why this rosé got a fragrant taste? (ayy, bill that, bill that)
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
what you know ’bout bootin’ race? broski’s jammed and my ones slapped (grrt, bap)
and s got close (bap, bap), nearly shaved his face
shak got packed, i’m billin’ that dank
why this rosé got a fragrant taste?
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste (yeah)

[pre-chorus: workrate]
how many mindis did we juice? you know how my cl!ck do (you know)
guns to shoot, you know how my clip do (you know)
drugs misuse, you know how my clip do
too much pain i put her through
i pray it’s music that i do (i love you, mum)
mindis juiced, you know how my clip do (you know)
guns to shoot, you know how my clip do (grrt, bap)

[chorus: workrate]
what you know ’bout bootin’ race? broski’s jammed and my ones slappedped
and s got close, nearly shaved his face
shak got packed, i’m billin’ that dank
why this rosé got a fragrant taste?
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
[verse 3: kkalas]
when i step through, looks like a movie (huh?)
all them nights in the cunch with the hooptie (wet him)
no was tucked in a pouch with a toolie (grrt)
man get touched for the love of the rupee (woo)
man get snuffed if you try talk loosely (yeah)
man get slumped if you try get bookey (ah)
catch one stuff, come and stuff, stay gucci (gucci)
man got cats that live real rouge-y (uh-huh)
pick your choice, nank or a roomy (nank)
you man moist, we unruly (baow)
i’m on job when it’s call of duty (grrt)
i’m on job when it’s call of duty (yeah)
i’m on job in a cab or a cu-fi (cab)
i’m on job in a cab or a hooptie (any of that)
i got food that make man bruce lee (baow)
i got food that make man (grrt, baow)
go and wheel it (yeah)
tell man hear now, tell man deep it (tell man)
i don’t take it, i just deal it (i don’t)
i don’t wife it, i just beat it (gone)
us man live that, you man seen it
us man do that, you man sneak it (actors)
man use my wap, tell man clean it
use some petrol, do not bleach it (passa)
know what? it’s hot, tell man keep it (uh?)
we do ride-out, two man tweetin’ (what?)
man get gone to get gone secrets
none of my akhs do juj or demons (paigons)
some in salah and the rest on jesus (uh-huh)
and the rest on jesus
man show satan, tell man leave it
man show satan, tell man
been days, i had no nap (nuh)
all them nights i spend in the trappin’ (boom)
investin’ food, gotta make that back
got a few days ’til i flip them packs (grrt)
gotta make sure that the food’s all wrapped (yeah)
none of my workers go on snap
gotta make sure that the phones ain’t tapped
it’s a long bird if one of them lack, baow
[chorus: workrate]
what you know ’bout bootin’ race? broski’s jammed and my ones slapped
and s got close, nearly shaved his face
shak got packed, i’m billin’ that dank
why this rosé got a fragrant taste?
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste
this rosé got a fragrant taste

- kkalas

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