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letra de yep - miq

[verse 1]

bring the keys in like i’m a drug king
i said i float like a bee, you know i must sting
know that this is hustling
don’t sling the c-ke but i must sling
my tracks from ear to ear cause if i don’t
they hear nothing
look at all these actors in the game
claim they stunting
but it’s really stuntmen
be very quiet, i’m hunting
it’s fuckboy season
put a hole in one like putting
give them speakers hpv
you get it, i get em b-mping
got red up on my cheeks
but it ain’t because i’m blushing
nah, this is war paint
can’t you hear the drumming
cause i play a solo
on your ear drum
make your ear c-m
make them fear the spirits
in my lyrics
cause they know they can’t beat em
know you keep them heaters by your side
cause your words ain’t hot enough
only got them clothin’ brands between your lips
like cotton mouth
it’s obvious that c-ckiness goes farther than the truth
but you chickens can’t fly
always loungin’ in your coupes
my lines is solid, straight, and loaded
call em army troops
fuckin’ beats all kinda ways
my alb-m the kamasu
i come at you
you wouldn’t know till it’s too late boy
say you eatin’ rappers
take the food up off your plate boy
come for me, hit me with your best diss
and i’ll get you back with my worst track
and i’d still leave em all breathless
till i scream at em, you heard that

[chorus]

yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep

[verse 2]

yep, this is a warning shot
pop pop pop like when orville hot
pop pop pop like when a whore drop
and i make em say watt
cause i leave em all shocked
i mean i make em say what like they kevin or bob
i said this is my turn, get your own door knob
and get off my d-ck cause that ain’t your job
my talk ain’t cheap, it’s got a four door cost
and i’ll tell you that cause you know it’s true
so share my shit so they can know it too
i see them talkin’ all up on the timelines
retweetin’ some raps bout the high times
they don’t know the words but it rhymes fine
and a couple a free’s at some partys
got these fuckers labeled as savages
ya’ll can trip it if you want
but i will not sit in the p-ssenger
fuck that

[chorus]

yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep

[verse 3]

b-tch keep talkin’
i already stopped listening
crashed in the wave
ya’ll fuckers are just rippling
tripling the effort until my powers are limitless
limit this, i’ll show you how the life of a cripple is
try to bring your weak bars around against my written shit
and you gon probably cry
mourn your chances
cause i’m k!llin’ it

[outro]

yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep
yep, yep, yep

- miq

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