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letra de off the dome - matt stuppiello

[intro]
yeah!
woo!
baby ten you soft baby
yeah you want it baby
(air h-rns)

[verse 1: matt]
i’m bomb stuppiello
mess with me you get toasted
like a marshmallow
in the studio droppin’ straight
rings on the court
b-lls anyone like the f-cking chains
i feel how i rock the boys
we don’t want this noise
little f-cking kids playing with their little toys
i’m a wizard cause i can read yo mind
i play so dope make you hit rewind
i got all the power
call me young yoda
tryin’ to pick up that offer from f-cking arizona
my boy supreme they so d-mn nice
knock you out on the street
call me king young slice
woo!
you know aston martin
k!lling all catch your beats
and i’m on the field with my adi’ zero cleats
i love my boys, no f-cking h0m-
i railed yo b-tch and recorded it in slo-mo
you can’t hang with me for one
d-mn round cause i’m the best in the league, b-tch
count for f-cking pound
only ball hard cause that’s the f-cking standard
i can’t rap around gas cause that’s a fire hazard
step up to the plate, i’m a fat d-mn slugger
jevons with your girl, ooh thats a bummer
woo!
your girl hit me up twenty-three times
runnin’ around the world b-tch, getting heavy f-cking rhymes
young thug! yeah that’s my boy
throw a fat alley-oop to that kid b mccoy
lemme seal the deal
lemme keep it real
i’m italian, i never peel
my power come straight from the d-mn core
my name is matt and i originate from the jersey sh0r-
woo!

[verse 2: antoine]
hey boys, we grind on the ride over, oh my
hey boys, we grind on the ride over, oh my
yeah caught yo b-tch heat

[verse 3: matt]
can’t beat 10! get it!
curbin’ in my whip, you can smell burnt rubber
eat a crisp bagel, can’t believe it’s not b-tter
i like gettin’ big, i like to lift
catch me in my lexus, cause i hit that nice clean drift
contros be so fire like he droppin’ those nukes
imma be so nasty gonna hit those fancy jukes
little boys say “hey stuppes”
i’m like what up
tryna play that pong
i’m like wheres my solo cup?
in the mornin’ it’s foggy it’s lowkey misty
you can’t tackle jordan cause
he’s too big, he’s too shifty
door lost that “c”, so you shoot up that flare
sorry dog i’m being honest no one cares
i got fresh kicks man i got two pairs
like a bounty hunter i’m takin’ out deers
liam king’s a homie
i mess with d1 kickers
take yo hungry girl, then i’ll you some snickers
our squad is so big and our bones ain’t brittle
my rhymes are hectic, systematic like a riddle
it’s the calm before the storm and i’m just in the middle
you see the way i throw and i’m like ayy son heres some skittles
i lay hard hats and i’m number seven
go to cathedral catholic, you know i’m goin’ to heaven
cause this real fresh man, you know i’m the best
i don’t know the rest, put me to that f-cking test
toe feels dope man, she just ditched her bases
when i rock my shoes, i like to rock my laces
i do what i do, i snapchat funny faces
i’m comin’ through this door cause i break life to pieces

[outro]
kb gang cause if you hit that doesn’t mean you big
you still soft kb ten gang we winners

- matt stuppiello

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