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letra de echo - not purp

[chorus x2: lil swam, hendy, sak]
they wanna copy me, echo (echo)
they wanna take all my eggo’s, lego
they wanna f-ck with my squad, my people
they wanna f-ck with my squad, my people

[verse 1: lil swam]
vegeta, vegeta, got boost on adidas
been k!lling this sh-t since, since i was a fetus
defeat us, god, b-tch no you cannot contain me
i flex on these hoes, gotta ring for my lady
not shady, but slim, keep a chain like dababy (okay)
i gotta represent the gang today
i keep it 100, go 0-60 in .5 seconds like johnny, i blaze
this not a phase, b-tch i ain’t playing, b-tch i get paid
i’m stupid, i’m crazy, but b-tch i’m feeling amazing
pop percs and you get complacent, i’m racing my sh-t like 80’s
i juicy fruit bubble gum pop up, tops up in the crowd
yeah, we smoking loud, dat piff
you and your homies be smelling like cat p-ss
you could just get baited like a f-cking cat-fish
i am a master, no pastor, no flash when you snapping my -ss
i put that in the past, like goku i put you motherf-ckers on blast
i get rash when i’m spitting my bars, it’s a task like no other
you shudder when you hear my name
cause you know i might stutter, no way, oh no wait
i might stutter, you b-tches better get right outta my lane
you b-tches better get right outta my gate!

[verse 2: hendy]
straight out the gate i be boosting like rocket league
p-ssy -ss b-tch you can hate it’s no stoppin’ me
stop the beat while your b-tch suckin’ me sloppily
over and out of the p-ssy, you copy me?
copy this, copy that, copy me you copy cat
body this, body that, potter where the dobby at?
father where your daughty at?
heard she was a hottie, yeah
naughty little thotty she caught up in the cognac
whippin’ my pontiac, drivin’ like a maniac
saw your new sh-t drop, givin’ me a cataract
i am at the tip-top, you can call me kristoff
set hut go, false start now i’m p-ssed off

[verse 3: sak]
keep the blade on me like sasuke
fight for wakanda ebambay
pourin a shot of that bombay
i just wanna be hokage

put you in the ground that’s six feet under
ball so hard i buy my mom a hummer
what you think of me i’m callin’ it a slumber
got a bad b-tch she always on my lumber (wait)
she hearing my music and she callin’ me a cracker
she said i’m not a rapper
i pull back my hand reach over and slap her
she might need a diaper
if i’m not a rapper then why did i do that?
you don’t even matter i did not begat
big mouth, fat -ss, now her eye is black
to much contact
she went along and snitched this b-tch is a rat
grab my gat and get to runnin’
hear the sirens keeps me goin’
heart beat up and the blood is flowing
acrobatic hear the static
dispatch on my tracks
turn the corner, guns are point
twenty shots to the back, now i’m fadin’
cut the track

- not purp

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