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letra de fresh outta timaru - nks (nz)

[intro]
let’s go
ladies and gentlemen
it’s ya boy

[verse]
i got that flamerz flow like meek mill
i can never sit still, i got that free will
i love and i hate cheap thrills
i’m craving it like sweet milk
riding this wave, never seasick
call me a gentleman, never speak ill
tall like the obelisk on one tree hill
on the way to the ice cap, it’s a steep incline
just like this wine, i’m only getting better with time
your jumpshot’s broke but you out here tryna fix mine
i got y’all stumped, i’m a wickеtkeeper
dropped an ep, now y’all tryna be my nеxt feature
i’m taking my shots, but i ain’t meaning tequila
check my lyrics, they underrated
nks, verified on g*nius
i’m a fan of justin beiber
but i’ll also bang some d&b
for me, rapping is an in between
something i do easily
when i lose, i’ve never got excuses
logan paul when i’m sneezing three times
it’s cold but i’m heated by playing my beats on repeat
it feels right, staying in my comfort zone
gotta start learning to step away from it though
ain’t gonna get anywhere without doing so
ain’t gonna get anywhere in a hurry
getting the bills like sonny
sipping hot milk mixed the honey
this curry’s lacking a bit of salt, i can taste it
but no worries, i can simply square it up with some mccambridge
i’m trying my hardest not to, but it’s too easy to be complacent
i’ll pay any cost to become the greatest
i just take each and every flaw and embrace it
when the beats drops, you know i’m going apesh—
i’m never the one creating problems
i’m the type that only solves them
y’all testing me, ain’t got no other option
’cause there’s no better competition
don’t make me have to diss you
before i end a man’s career, i pray “lord, forgive him”
i might call his mrs
oh nah that’s too far, i’m kidding
if i catch you capping, imma have to shelve you up in the fiction
rapping, i’m doing it for fun
hit and run like tipny
dippin’ some idli in my dhal
my life’s a film, i’m leading the cast
whatever i speak is facts
i got like twenty sheets of bars i’m keeping wrapped
let me leave it at that
my punchlines got you seeing stars
and it ain’t a result of being smart
ordinary ain’t no life like shaq
a piece of the cake, i’m tryna get a bite of that
i’m over here but i’m tryna get over there
sick of the indoors, i’m searching for this open air
like the kid lacosta, we gonna go somewhere
and if we get lost, i’ll be calling tyler baudelaire
[outro]
yo wassup
i’m out here
doing my thing
whatever i wish
fresh outta timaru baby
see the pace in my rap
even william laing couldn’t catch this

- nks nz

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