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letra de badassmf - new kingz

[intro]

[verse 1: luka$ g]
ooh i think i got it
ooh i think i got it
if you schooling, then i’m truant
not the pupil to your eyelid
you the pupil, you the iris
cause u tryna peep what eye did
i’m a virus i’m a virus
god i’m sick, i wipe my sinus
ooh i think i got it
ooh i think i got it
keep the tool off in my pocket
‘case a tool gets out of pocket
tell the cool kids i’m the hottest
this my prime i’m not composite
all i do is give em flows it’s like my raps are non-for-profit
cl-ssified as the mastermind of the act of rhyme
i been the baddest guy since berry signed the jackson 5
you might’ve p-ssed your prime but p-ssing me is asinine
you f-ggots have to maximize vernacular size to match my mind
this is tragic right? i magnify your lack of shine
i’m rather wise with dapper lines
that mathers guy should slap me five
pacify the rapping slime with p-ssionately nasty vibes
this rapping grind is backened by a dream of mine to tap the sky
overhead like yamakas
jewish you could do this luka$ hotter than a molotov
i’m bout to drop a deuce on all these rapping c-ckatoos who prolly wouldn’t c-ck a two
raise it to a n-ggas face and pull it while he’s watching you
rest -ssured i set the scores for the record boards
making moves on squares like i’m walking on checkered floors
n-gga i am not r. kelly tell me what you stepping for? i will cut ya neck in fours
possibly the hottest geek to ever walk the streets
miss me with the disses spitting cricket bars, ya talk is cheap
don’t talk to me i’m lost at seas and all i see is the horizon
tryna rise on me the sky is where this guy should be
watch sun (son) eclipse all these rappers flipping the script on you actors
this is what matters on top of my green i’m fit for a tractor
won’t slip off the ladder my ascension is happening
my n-ggas christian with the smith & they will blasphemy
like heresy you stare at me i’ll shoot at every single hair i see
i’m such a bad-ss and it’s apparent g

[verse 2: ali]
bad -ss muddaf-cka (repeatedly)
hear the fierceness in it when i spit it
when you listen thru ya speakers and you see that i don lived it
i been lifted born gifted, born sinner, born winner
born summertime, followed by a cold winter
legends of the underdog, i keep my dogs under me
what’s a gun to me? when my pen still functioning
what’s a lunch to me? when my dogs aint eat yet
and i ain’t een peak yet. they ain’t peep yet
still got bars that they ain’t even tweet yet so chirp along
baby p-ss me something to roll this purple on
chilling vibing out to the perfect song
gone sing the words along like
this sh-t for yo soul
listen to ya heart
accomplish yo dreams
aiming for yo goals
i got flows for the heavy waters
many drowned in the flood but i be that boy dat lived like i’m harry potter
i bury martyrs
supercalifragilistic like i’m mary poppins
supercali in my swisher light the marijuana
and i’m blazing
don ask me why my eyes been asian
don ask god why he playing hide n seek in crucial times
approach me like “ali my n-gga you can rhyme”
man i’m just spitting truth
man i’m just tryna be a superman
but i’m a
bad -ss muddaf-cka (x3)
and my tux looking better than it ever has
breaking bread with my nikkas while
pouring liquor out for the many men, out for the head of my nikkas
prolly never get a hair off my nikkas
and i mean dat
but i don came a long way
i been running all day
climbing to the top with my homies
f-ck a thot f-ck a phony
f-ck a poppadoc f-ck a crooked cop always harrasing us
wonder why the kids so cpdk
cuz all they ever see is thee tape
flow cold, bet it make the devil get sick
i’m feeling like gold i think i deserve a gold medal nsh-t
keep the good book on me like a reverend
i think you should know i could never be stopped by you meddling kids

- new kingz

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