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letra de kaftar, pt. 4 - members only group

[intro: 3mir the zaeif]
-persian voice note-

[verse 1: kidricky]
shut the f-ck up you sound like the last member i know
might be removed like the last member i know
oh you sounding too trash, قندر, i know
i put a glock in your ass, trigger i blow
put a single out before it get leaked, album on road
yellin’ 1-2-3-4-5, you are, the ضعیفest member alive
so ضعیف you shouldn’t even give a try
what you’re hearin now is a hater deepfry
house in gorgan, mansion in rasht n-gga (facts)
kidnap yo gang in metro tarasht n-gga (facts)
nuke esfahan cuz they said i ain’t hip n-gga
you on the cover cuz you a sheep n-gga
i said it’s like that
dropped mdd, came right back
member-x, right back
you won’t get to hear symphony if you fight back

[verse 2: pmz]
throwing shade like a glass store garbage bin
snap of reality dawg, oh where you’ve been
spin in circles, take you for a spin
your line getting flatter dawg like a rolling pin
cardinal mistakes, seven deadly sins
everyone wanna be our side, west berlin
opening credits, the story begins in
the mind of me and you, runtime is getting thin
flashing lights
reachable heights
party’s full, we give no more invites
one time
two times
take your craft and start the refine
breathless
wanting more
stop or go? i don’t know
crossroads
once again
your worth is what you are against
well, look at us
now look at you
don’t recall the name, you’re talking who?
desperate
is what you are
we don’t compare in repertoir

[verse 3: bluvercetti & pablo quarantino]
i know hoes been ignorin soprano for best
i was buggin’ out in “all over”, no one noticed
thank god, that’s one less scandal, i guess
thank god, that’s one less scandal, unless-
say goodbye to you career, in its head
6 shots, can’t k!ll what’s already dead
god d-mn, pablo you f-cked up the bread
god d-mn, it’s all done and said

[verse 4: ayrick]
persian rappers got me laughing for an hour
yamani فقیرs got me laughing for an hour
these yatims wanna see members drown
yelling they rich, but they would sell their daddy for a pound
i see these fake rappers chilling in the crowd
showing mdd to their mommas, make ’em proud
since all of y’all been doin it for the clout
i can’t wait to put my giant d-ck in your mouth
n-ggas wanna be in members and flex, huh
n-ggas don’t know we do this sh-t in finesse, huh
n-ggas think they up to something, but they miss, huh
ima say f-ck being humble for the first time
n-ggas got cocaine, n-ggas got drugs
n-ggas want smoke, it’s a fight club
n-ggas are tough, n-ggas are gods
but where y’all n-ggas at when we come up?
you got pills, you got hoes but i want none
madre puta, deal with this sh-t like salsa
you n-ggas too rich, you should live in malta
but your dad was begging for a plate of pasta
i’m dealing with these fake talents, these r-t-rds
these motherf-ckers wanna be kurt with no guitar
t-mar, dead.. forget it, f-ck em روزی سی بار
i see you haven’t noticed the difference between us
that’s it , b-tch we gon shine forever
y’all got till farvardin 7th to get your sh-t together

[outro: ayrick & d-mned ma$ih]
yeah
let’s get it
you know i got symphony right?
we got pooyan on the track

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