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letra de lucky you remix - ko-doomzday

[intro: tewsly]
yeah, uh, tew, to the mother f-ckin’ sly
(ko on the track,)
woah, whoa, whoa

[refrain: tewsly]
yeah i did a lot of things in my day, i admit it
i don’t take back what i say, if i said it then i meant it
all my life i really wanted a grammy, but i’ll probably never get it
i’ve gotten trophies from battles, gotten ribbons, but y’all n-ggas give no respect to a n-gga what-so-ever (yup, i said it)
f-ck the system, i’m that n-gga, bend the law, cut genx’s rules
i’m about to risk it all, i ain’t got too much to lose, to dumb n-gga like you
you’ve been eating little kids long enough, now it’s my turn to cut him up
pass the knife, then the gun, this is my day lucky you
f-ck you too, woo

[chorus: ko-doomzday]
y’all gotta move, y’all gotta movе, y’all gotta move
give me somе room (woo), give me some room (hey), give me the juice
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
y’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo), give me the juice

[verse 1: tewsly]
back for more bullsh-t, x factors role members backs against the wall
i turned my back and all of y’all are finished
back to the bullets, but it turned to a tnt
pulled at a m16 and let it blowed
blew you a kiss like you were a little kid
on top of that you’re forehead was big as f-ck
your lips at literally big as a f-cking duck
deja de chupar el aire como correr la puta madre país
like a communist person saying he’s optimistic and open minded
when this n-gga is pessimistic and closed minded
t-viper is a nationally known d-ck rider
branded to become stranded in the back of the f-cking forest
just to respect your own opinion on an communist leader
couldn’t understand the methodist nor a intellectual man who’s a good lyricist
not a surgeon on the m.i.c because you walk around on the p.h.o.n.e
typing away chat gpt lyrics that are too phoney to read
to be honest you just need to readjust your whole x factor lineup
it’s not your starting lineup
it’s more like the backfire lineup, and he’s not in the back of the lineup
he’s more like a honeygal scenario, causing a brand new wash over tornado
b-tch i’m walking out with an r-nado, mixed with a torpedo, your mother f-cking pedo
you fake ghetto, just a little jello, saying h-llo, to the fake bello that’s above your d-ld-
diddy said no swipy-swipy, right? right your f-cking simp fake pimp b-tch
with a fake ass diss pic that deserves to be pushed away and p-ssed on
and take to the next level on the my lyrical assassination, because the temptation to harass them weak lyrics is tempting
sending a whole moving team to come pick up the glass house you already assorted
the grass all messed up to l-vipers, just bought me a new lawnmower
rest in peace to y’all n-ggas
because every single one of y’all n-ggas are going to h-ll (rragghhhhh)
[refrain: ko-doomzday]
i done did a lot of thangs in my day
i admit it, i don’t take back what i say
if i said it, then i meant it
i don’t care ’bout no grammys, but you need a snub to get ’em
i don’t do it for no trophies, just the competition
algorithm, i’m that nerd, take the law, bend the rules
you about to hit the wall, you about to hit the fools
i’m about to get it all, and i’m finna lit the fuse
lucky you, duck a fool, woo!

[verse 2: ko-doomzday]
i just been clearin’ my plate off from rappers i’m eatin’ for breakfast
y’all cowards cannot compete with me, sn-tchin’ these chains, they’ll compete for a necklace
i ain’t nothin’ to play with, call me a sprained ankle, ’cause you on a lame jit
you cannot be bothered, you sippin’ a bottle, you hired a model to drink alcohol up
i’m too afflicted for conflictions, addictive competition been destroyin’ me
but still y’all rappers in my front side from how much you done soiled me
none of y’all spitters even on my level, i don’t need any reaffirming
needing tissues when you rap, when i rap, is you really worth it?
when things you done at the past, they can at least resurface
then everybody’s clownin’ you like they’ll never even leave the circus
but everybody that’s underground’s main goal is to reach the surface
but the wise ones know they fate and know that they gonna reap the circuit
but if i’m reapin’ the benefits, you would see what i’m gettin’ in
you would leave all my synonyms and wordplay back into the leavin’ adrenaline
’cause like dopamine, i’m rushin’ back to the load of me
they cannot get enough of me, i’m like a drug that they cannot sew or reap
i’m too up top to be evadable, can’t fast rap but i’ll leave the cable roll
none of you spitters can even lay the roll, around like a kid running when he sees the candy bowl
my rap style’s warped, but no wise man comes without wrinkles
but sometimes, you gotta sacrifice wisdom just for a pistol
those are some wise words from the least wise idiot in town
what i’m tryna say right now is that i’m leavin’ you way down, get out
they ain’t never get rid of me, never the least of me
all of your worries are too thin to be, even in my problems, i’m way too fit to be
gettin’ out of shape by you internet enemies, k!llin’ the jealousy, agree to disagree
pen is my history, gen z or rest in peace, these are your last words as i give you the coup de grace
and let you burn in h-ll for all the trees that you used to gnaw
or demons you used to call, or feeble animals you used to impale
for fun and then laugh about it, well here’s the past coming to lose the entrail
so
[chorus: ko-doomzday]
y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
give me some room (woo), give me some room (hey), give me the juice
hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
y’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo), give me the juice

- ko doomzday

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