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letra de stop acting - nolay

yeah yeah yeah
[verse]
let’s cut to the chase i’m sicker than lupus
stop sending shots on the sly, b-tch, raise that mic and f-cking shoot us
to be frank like lucas hitting on me is paid and useless
don’t try and do it like jesus, look at that b-tch that f-cking judas
pull up in a whip, that’s sick, convert that sh-t, top missing that’s roofless
have a seat b-tch please, you’re dribbling moist spitting nothing but mucus
which stupid motherf-cker told you you was born to make to music
they must’ve been on coke and snorted a whole mountain up their nose
who does what they want when they wanna, that’s me, that’s i, that’s right, i do
red, yellow, pink, orange, purplе, hair and blue
i’ve done еvery colour of the rainbow
h-llo, yellow, don’t mind if i do
my kicks are way too lit you could never walk in my shoes
you could never par with my gang
your sh-t is whack it don’t bang
you ain’t nang, you’re scared
in slang, you’re prang
underestimate me so i can estimate your head top
and exactly how many bars it’s gonna take me to blow your scalp off
i can see it all now
follicles flying in the air
strands of hair
travelling quick in the atmosphere
let me make it clear
n0body’s close
not even my reflection in the mirror is anywhere near
you don’t want me to ever appear
if i do then there’s gonna be tears
gonna be grief
gonna be h-ll
gonna be sh-lls
get a straight jacket, put me in a cell
ring the alarm, set off the bells
my attitude stinks but i love the smell
girl you was big, now you be small
just like adele
i heard i fell off
where did i fall, on top of your head
b-tches beneath me like some concrete
i need a new body on my cv
targets, i got a long sheet
you’re on the throne now you’re in the wrong seat
i don’t mind beef
i’m used to arms like a long sleeve
wabi-sabi, in a pink car, like a barbie
doing donuts in a rarri
that’s narly
i got all the smoke and i pop smoke
like welcome to my party
get stacks of paper and fold it
origami
got the plug he’s somali
charlie, charlie, i’ve got chaplin
bout to eat the game with no napkin
bout to leave a b-tches cage rattling
i’m the captain
this is my sh-t, stop acting
(stop acting)
(stop acting)
(stop acting)

- nolay

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