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letra de copycat vip - morriscode & azide

[intro]
yeah, it’s lox
this is dedicated to all those copycats
you just a motherf-ckin’ copycat

[verse]
f-ck yo ambience, they call me lox
chances that you f-ckin’ with me, probably not
ninja sh-t, karate chops
like weak pallbearers, bo-bo-bodies drop
i’m obviously on some other sh-t, your squad is not
and all these suckers on my stick, i call ’em lollipops
bark bark, feed ’em to the shark sharks
top of the list, i get to haters like they aardvarks
f-ck with me, i got the plug like a car spark
episode iii, flow to you jar-jars
bananas though, an animal
crazy sh-t that make yo b-tch take a sabbatical
the young harlequin, got it like rastafarians
purple haze like jimi’s on a guitar again
ha-la-la-lucinatin’, i’m seeing stars again
but this ain’t coachеlla an’ those ain’t holograms

[build]
what’s purple haze? you got mе purple dazed
i can’t even understand a single word you say
u-u-urban life, u-u-urban ways
turn this b-tch to a spectacle like cirque du soleil
what’s purple haze? you got me purple dazed
i can’t even understand a single word you say..
i, i-i-i- you just a motherf-ckin’- b-tch

[drop]

[cut-in]
you just a motherf-ckin’ copycat

[verse]
somebody tear these b-tches up, professor’s here
you know the chatterbox forever rockin’ at your wheel
they sayin’ this illuminati sh-t, puppeteer
elevated, you ain’t even on the second tier
they kick cannabis, smokin’ like sh-t’s glamorous
get in some sh-t, probably as quick as i slip out of it
sick calibre, hustle like lip gallagher
muzzle your chick ‘fore i get ruffled and flip out on her
customarily built, you ain’t touchin’ the kid’s altitude
travellin’ 239,000 miles dude, miles dude
lunar status, to the moon and back
these b-tches sleepin’ on me but i’m used to that
can’t tell me nothin’, yo b-tch can’t tell me nothin’
i leave with gisele, they gettin’ f-cked like jelly stuffing
i can tell you crumblin’ cause you softer than a belly b-tton
that’s why i can cook it up and all you do is smell the oven

[build]
i feel like every new release i drop, these rapper’s bite
it’s like i’m only here to feed you f-cking parasites
and what the labels feed me, i don’t have the appetite
and all you copycats can blow me like a f-cking bag of pipes
and what the labels feed me, i don’t have the appetite
ha-ha- have the appetite, ha-ha- h-h- have the appetite
and all you copycats can blow me
b-b-blow me, b-b-blow me, b-b-b-blow me
a-all you copycats can blow me like a f-cking bag of pipe

[drop]

- morriscode azide

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