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letra de limadeltazebra - ldz

[verse 1: cobes]
what the raas?
who’s this knocking on my door so d-mn early
in the morning?
i ain’t even been to sleep yet
got three skets wet with performance
i’m triple x rated business
this better mean getting some papers
not rizlas, i get [?]
right now that can wait til later
so i open the door with a p-ssed-off look on my face
but it’s only dabbz and harry
telling me i gotta go right now
these hoes can wait
got cash to carry
there’s a game to save and i’ll save it
swear down on my brand new trainers
got strain on my brain like training day
and all in the name of entertainment
how do we do it so cold?
ain’t got a million so
so sound like i sold a few [?]
write riddims like johnny blaze on his ghost bike
set fire to the whole pavillion
on the ball with the form, brazilian
got a big bag of tricks like neymar
been doing this thing for ages
you got it all backwards like sega
vince vaughn on some money
with some sh-t talk, it’s so funny
it’s so gully
but i heard it all before
principle was getting buddy
what do you mean you don’t think so?
put your manner down boy with a [?]
go flip mode
put a big hole in your big boat
like titanic [?] slow

[verse 2: harry rocksta]
been doing it a long time now
ain’t never gonna see me stop
won’t see me flop
still got them bars in a beat
cos the manner man are leave me what?
not giving in, can’t get rid of him
giving it all them [?] minimum
didn’t think rocks would hit ’em
with the heat again
sitting on top of the world [?]
living in a vicious cycle
sh-t from a great height
great white height
will k!ll it that’s viable
spitting in the eyes of fools just taking the michael (whoops)
cynical guy
syllables fly when i’m on riddim it’s mine
visible signs
been on my [?] since i been little and spilling my guts
you can’t beat bars
the b-st-rd bounce apart from average artists
reap the seeds of soul that’s growing deep beneath my savage garden
unleashed the darker side that harbours deep inside of me
a sicker mind that speak regardless
hardened by the life i lead

[verse 3: dabbla]
cool runnings
too bl–dy right, you know who done it
don’t act funny
flow so gully
mind never changes
make the arrangements
get that money
hold that mummy
who are you calling a sellout?
shut up, get out
sort your head out
still tryna yell out
i be like “f-ck this game, it’s dead out”
i come a long way but i ain’t come far
rolling around in my old dears’ car
sh-t that i’m on you might wanna bump hard
motherf-ckers ain’t even got one bar
why’s everybody tryna act like a don?
talking about road when it’s not what they’re on
it must be a better way to earn that won
i just wallop that
and i’m gone
then they wanna talk about swag and action
like it’s going out of fashion
you ain’t actually got no shows
it shows you rapping with no passion
motherf-cker, catch a feeling
splashing while you’re streaming
lapping up these moments
got you slapping up the ceiling
it’s the lima delta zebra
banging on the [?]
dabbla on the mic
yeah what a f-cking geezer
sick of all these rappers who be acting like they’re flossy
and hiding behind a posse
their rhyming is kinda tossy
head bob, blame that glossy
muddy up your waters
get your son and daughters
calling all reporters
it’s the ldz blud
get it in your head, blud
and roll away that red rug
your fantasy is dead, blud
finished

- ldz

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