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letra de want it - mauci bass

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hook: qaa’im
i’m f-cking through, now
i ain’t playing, somebody’s got to lose now
tell me how you want it

verse 1: mauci b-ss
whatever i say i bet you do it like simon
i’m the reason your influence is in rhyming
don’t you compare the position that i’m in
you silent, you stuck, you’re invisible, you’re miming

bout to rise, you times i multiplied
got us bring products out the f-cking sky
she gave me mind don’t you mind, this ain’t 1849
tripping on these laces got me cutting of our ties

brace yourself like your tooth crooked
before we put a patch on the back of your head thats drew gooden
drew the footing, tried to get radio play like cuba gooding
i burn the track like i pirated it my foot is wooden

you don’t want beef like kosher plates
flow deep as rose parades
four foreign women on four runners trying to fornicate
must i alliterate, the four is never forced but hey
add four and four i metaphorically just over ate

hook: mauci b-ss
like ho, would you see that
all these lacking motherf-ckers won’t believe that
i got a vision in my head i want to be that
i think ahead so ain’t got to have a relapse

i don’t know but i have been told
i’m way fresher than all my foes
somebody please pick out their clothes
i’m way fresher than all my foes

bridge: qaa’im
want it, tell me how you want
i ain’t playing, somebody’s got to lose now
tell me how you want it

verse 2: mauci b-ss
i’m pac and nas in a knott, a drop of ghandi on top
a high tsunami come find me i’m highly blinded to yall

marcus garvey could hardly mock me man you couldn’t knock me
unless you knock the speaker out till the neighborhood watch come talk

stove flow is on 108, fahrenheit is on 911
got girls thats bad as satan, -ss looks like its sent from heaven
ohh lord oh what a blessing, i got to learn my lesson
mama said to fall in love i fell down when i saw her stretching

i’m a sinner but i ain’t f-cking begin to
lose my path, if i do my math i’m calculated winner
they infatuated, saturated by these tainted pictures
mama ain’t raise a p-ssy you push me i’m skipping shoving mister

i got an att-tude at a dude that is wack
matter of fact when he raps his flow’s lat-tude h-lla flat
add the fact i ain’t black but my shadow battles for that
i paddle manual p-ssing you rapping amateur p-ssies

i ain’t playing, all of yall can suck on my style
i’m martin luther king’s long lost white child
i’m daft and i’m dope, yall can quadruple the vowels
and never find a noun that’s reflecting on my sound

they told me my flow hot like “oh god, jeez”
i write my compositions on a stove top, please
we just skip your songs like we throw rocks at seas
we see yall ain’t cool like some low-top sneaks

hook: mauci b-ss
like ho, would you see that
all these lacking motherf-ckers won’t believe that
i got a vision in my head i want to be that
i think ahead so ain’t got to have a relapse

i don’t know but i have been told
i’m way fresher than all my foes
somebody please pick out their clothes
i’m way fresher than all my foes

bridge: qaa’im
want it, tell me how you want it

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