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letra de take off - nasty c

[hook: nasty_c](2x)
(why they hating on me?)
i hustle hard and i cake up
young n-gg- i take charge
i’m g-ssed up and i take off
(why they hating on me?)
my speakers knocking my b-ss hard
my sneakers rock with no lace on
i’m g-ssed up and i take off

[verse 1: erick rush]
look, they say you are what you eat, and all i eat is mc’s
and each one of them said they were beasting, now what does that make me?
i see these n-gg-s is scared, how come ya’ll wasn’t prepared?
man i thought einstein explained e=mc squared
boy don’t stare too long cause your eyes might burn
if it ain’t about the dough it’s none of my concern
someone should have told you not to leave a stone unturned
as i hopped up, snuck up, and i stole my turn
now it’s rush hour, i run howard
just kush clouds and blunts showers
in baton rouge i used to eddie bauer
b-mping’ jubilee, what you know about it?
i roll a bla and i “take off”
learn the rules and then break them
that’s enough to make society forsake him
but in due time they’ll see it’s all innovation
i started from the bottom, 3rd world problems
fleed to the states then we ran into some poverty
03′ migrated to the yeg
dropped o-e-n-c-e took off wit nasty_c
we in m-v-p league, you’re not even p.e
groupies say hehe, then whip out my peepee
they wanna get needy but only get cds
what a pity..d-mn
bet against me then you a sh-tty gambler
they only breed winners in the city of champions
a savage! i’ll leave a n-gg- p-ssing in his pants where he stands
i’ll embarr-ss him, why you think they hating me?

[verse 2: nasty_c]
my b-ss banging, my pants sagging, my sneakers rock with no laces on
my speakers rocking that b-ss hard, test me and i’m knocking your face off
i’m the sh-t y’all n-gg-s can’t wipe out
with your chick my n-gg-, just wilding out
test my n-gg-s and you know we finna ride out
pack that heat, burn skin like iron spout
i be the illest my n-gg- i said it
grizzly bear grind, y’all n-gg-s just teddies
i sh-t and p-ss on rappers when i record, young n-gg- tryna be r-kelly
n-gg-s can’t test me. i’m godly and i’m hardly all in
i’m bobby lee swag on the roof and your main artist is my target
i ball like spalding
i’m eye-balling the broad that you calling a goddess
she’s eye-balling me back
and i beat that obese -ss with my t-rex while b-mping my t-racks
and i eat rappers for breakfast, i rap fast till my head aching
i’m god n-gg-, slow down boy, you’re gonna break fast like egg and bacon, i swear
i’m ruthless, so fly i can trip and fall where the roof is
and the truth is i’m stupid but the groupies give me brain like an a-cl-ss student
and they make excuses as to why they ain’t as sick as the kid, y’all fake hoes
i’m a young n-gg-, i’m 16, about to murk n-gg-s
take note while i take off

- nasty c

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