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letra de wavyhoe - lu$a ferrari

[intro]
evil is real
and it must be opposed

[verse 1: tarod rashon]
listen
i’m probably the only rapper on this track that don’t wanna be a rapper
but fear ain’t a factor—ask joe rogan
headphone samurai, track k!lla shogun
i don’t show guns, but i brandish swords
outlandish
i’m known to banish hordes of f-ckboys tryna dab and dance in war
puttin’ hip-hop in the cancer ward
but i’ma hold my c-notes
viola got away with murder, signed the handbook, and told me to “see notes”
so don’t f-ck with me
i’ll cremate you, stuff you in a bottle, put you out to sea
sea note
uhh
you “wavy” now
motherf-cker, do you get it?
you wavy now
ya girl wavin’ now
she want the gravy now
me and my lady gon’ break her off crazy now—three-ways
let the beat play

[verse 2: austin wise]
you can find me in lafayette
looking fresh to the death
and i bet, for your -ss, it’s a sight to see
i wasn’t voted best dressed, but my flex was enough to impress
all the girls with expensive needs
and you can bet that your ex sent a text
with a pic of her breast
you can guess that was all for me
so when you ask “who’s next?”
you can guess it’s the one who is blessed
because he followed out his dreams
ahhh
but i still gotta punch a clock
it’s either do that or “gotta hit the block”
used to keep a couple grams up inside my sock
now i keep a couple grands locked inside a box
been tryna find a way to make a couple knots
but ‘cha boy is lost—guess it’s all the pot
they say what you got, well, that’s all you got
you could own the field or you could dig the plots, yeah?
got my own story
and i wrote it out
when the road was wild, yeah, i rode it out
when i felt so lost i still rode the route
even in deep sp-ce i still hold it down
when i’m rollin out—inside the back of caddies
i’ll still be the one who makes it happen
wet with gasoline—the track is dampened
and someone just has p-ssed to me the matches
uhhh

[verse 3: lu$a ferrari]
i’ve been jumpin hoops for too long
gotta sit back and vibe on this song
i ain’t never ever did it for the fame or the wealth
all i care about is my soul and my health
been way too many of these days—
stressin’ ‘bout why i ain’t ever getting paid
but i gotta turn to the beat of the drum
i’m feeling the flex—i’m jumping the gun
but for what it’s worth, i’m still smilin’
smokin on strong for the gas for the mileage
no room for mistakes on this plane that i pilot
ay, yeah
so i feel the clap and make it snap
i’ve been movin’ so fast—i might take a nap
yeah, i’m a lazy f-cker
but, i’m still gone rap for another year or two
ay, yeah, ay
and i might just shoot up your crew
creepin’ alone in the dark—
comin’ one-two-three shots when i pull up on you
ay
thanking the sky for my talent
i stick and i move and create this with balance
my thoughts are invalid
but i’ma still sit back and hold up my chalice—
pull off in the challenger
ay, and i guess it just is what it is
feeling like i’m on the edge
i’m looking down at all my family and friends
ay
but now that i stay gettin’ paid
i’m looking down at everyone from a stage
d-mn, i never thought i’d enter the fame
yeah, it’s lu$a b-tch, remember the name

[verse 4: j-one]
been with it
so, don’t talk to me like you been winning
you basic—i brought the acidic
yeah, i skate, i pop into sp-ce tripping on what i came here on
and my face lifted
thank god that i ain’t wicked
stay high, no ceiling where you find me at
meditation for the healing—my mind intact
my time’s exact
designed attacks
this shine attracts the m-sses
blind with madness
stay working to refine this magic
true wizard how i make it
mix the potions while i blaze it
in the ocean see my waving on the wave that i’m making
hard work pays, so i’m staying on my grind
over time in my mind been praying
that i could reap what i sow
ain’t no more sleeping—i woke, put my feet on the floor
but, my head in the clouds
out of my body, i float, but descend with the crown
chosen, this the one
j., i been the one
shining, this the sun
listen
chosen this the one
j., i been the one
shining, this the sun
j. one, son

[pre-verse: phresh kyd]
yeah
ishaboy phresh kyd
aka lenny st–z, aka st–zie wonder, aka rich dennab-tch, aka phreshly snipes, aka ronny frostbite
aka i’m ‘bout to go on this b-tch and k!ll this sh-t right quick
like…

[verse 5: phresh kyd]
y’all want dumb sh-t? well, let’s get stupid
808’s mean the b-ss boomin
lately y’all ain’t been hearin me
so, i got some sh-t that the de(a)f jam to—rick rubin
tryna get my money—lookin’ like i’m jewish
comin’ in this game like miami cubans
say h-llo to my lil’ friend—microphone in my hand
leave the opposition clueless
get the clue—i’m the k!ller in the lounge
layin’ n-ggas back in 6 shots with mrs. white
cookin up some white—that dope that crack
that smack to ya face—no lead pipe
feedin’ to the fiends with pipe dreams
sorta like the plug with these tunes i disperse
n-ggas desire what i require that fire to take ya higher than spires
or khalifa burj
purgin’ these n-ggas is my thrill
bringin that cl-ssic everytime i k!ll
makin my cl-ss sick everytime i spill acid
on my tracklist—gon’ take this pill
n-ggas tell me “chill”
i was bein too real
gotta play that field
gotta match what they feel
gotta keep yo 2 cents
i keep it on what’s instilled
i keep the whole amount while you only get some change from the bill
i’m just doin my thang
call my own shots like cl!ck, clack, bang
surrounded by a whole bunch of wolves
but i’m the only one with a mouth full of fangs
i…
got what it takes to maintain—
to be the main name in yo mainframe
n-ggas want me to conform but i have no comfort bein the same
ay

- lua ferrari

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