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letra de zant! - missing texture

[verse 1]
aye boutta rant like zant
diamonds on my hand
imma try and f-ck it all up in j-pan
i ain’t got a clue like i’m one punch man
i hop on this beat like a sperg would do sans
and after may goes imma peace out b-tch imma drive my -ss down to where the preps can’t get
i’m talking big money like a british wh-r- sket
i’ll be out there on my own, i’ll be left for the dead
i be left for the dead like valve can’t count, huh
runnin’ numbers up but avoid all the clout, huh
one outta nine b-tch you know i main scout, huh
drip so much could prevent a f-cking drought, huh
life’s a movie, and i swear this ain’t disney
i’mma take a fiver light it up like i’m chimney
you a wack lookin boy lookin like gibby
why you actin hard boy we know you a p-ssy

[break]
you a b-tch, you a b-tch, you should get the f-ck out of my business my business
don’t know how, don’t know when, somehow ended up in your grammas crib
your grammas crib

[verse 2]
aye got an ocarina, dripping aquafina
imma see ya later b-tch i wouldn’t wanna be ya
my homies hauling drugs wearing all wife beaters
they be dancing like the natives yeah i call em keef chiefers
mothaf-cka mothaf-cka wanna dance real good
wanna throw hands b-tch, but i’m out in the woods
yeah i taught myself to drive i pulled up to the loot
you eyeing my fit like the jealous type of dude
aye that’s a green light
that’s a f-cking green light, yuh
meaning she can smile i keep giving her my life, yuh
20 plus hours of messaging a day
can’t put the phone down so what does that really say, huh
out here like quad tryna run my d-mn name up
my backstory, happiness on the hold up
now i’m feeling great i got out of my f-cking rut, yuh
got em lined up like they interviewing for starbucks

[break 2]
i got the plug, he rolls up, he’s b-mpin’ all my sh-t he knows i k!ll the track, i k!ll the track
now i’m gone, now i’m wack, still f-ckin’ on yo grams she can throw it back, she throws it back

[verse 3]
i can drop ya once, i can drop ya twice
mothaf-cka wanna come at me i’ll drop ya thrice
and i pray for a thrown bone
my homies home grown
on the phone while i’m sitting all up on the chrome throne (yeah!)
all i ever do is refer to pop culture
my homie says that’s the way of a vulture
and that i need to grow up, and maybe even mature
but what would i do if i didn’t have the culture?
nah nah, f-ck that sh-t, let it eat
why you think i’m f-ckin’ rappin’ on a b-mpin’ zelda beat?
i be repping my p-ssions even when i’m spitting sh-t
young lion happened cause i had a smash bros kick
so what i’m tryna say is to go for your dreams
try to get out there you can find out what it means
hobbies are one thing, but p-ssion is another
if you’re p-ssionate my brother don’t muzzle it undercover
the gallows was written and before i even knew it
6 months later and now i’m just here stewing
i’m over it now, but should i drop it anyways
these questions run through my mind as i contemplate
nah but f-ck that sh-t
imma get another hoe to get on my d-ck
dont wanna f-ck with the lames or the sheep or any these pr-cks
i’m a whole f-cking man in this b-tch
made my own path with a stick
you a b-tch, you a b-tch i’m f-cking rich you can’t tell me sh-t yuh
that’s the mindset i’m training for, learning for, make my whole life yearning for
might snap and take out half of y’all, urn and all, yuh (thanos!)
got a bunch of jocks stay jerkin my jock
but all this happening when the burial dropped
not to mention the fappening when i go the f-ck off
they don’t even know that my f-ckin’ ep dropped
motherf-ckers hype me up like some sorta diss king
but they don’t even know that i live in the ring
let me step out the gate, let me demonstrate, all of the hate i create
when i penetrate
won’t name wack kids and their glade spring cribs
but know that every line i spit is aimed at them
didn’t put out a date for my personal sh-t
man i knew if i did they’d be sus as sh-t

“why does this dude think he can rap and sh-t?”
that’s what they’re actually thinking to themselves
they’re thinking like-

“why does this dude think he can rap and sh-t?”
mothaf-cka listen to bogus! that b-tch was lit
i’m telling you now that you know who i am
i cut up all of my beef and sizzle like spam
y’all braise on yo beef and swim in quicksand
cuz undercl-ssmen are thinking i’m immortal
like i’m stepping through a godd-mn sp-ce stone portal
y’all sucking on my d-ck i got nut stored for days
these f-cking preppy b-tches stay stuck in their ways
every time i wear a shirt they don’t get it’s great
teens only talk about b-mping uglies and grades
like how the f-ck are you gonna call me lame?
how you gonna call me lame b-tch?

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