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letra de artistry - og sushi

[chorus]
i’m a motherf-cking artist
don’t need beats that go the hardest
or even specific targets, because i’m not afraid to start it
i’m a motherf-cking artist

[og sushi]
i’m bigger than clout, what is that about?
i’m dominant and that is what you can not surmount
i’m so f-cking loud, i’m d-mn near impossible to ever discount
it’s kinda funny to even say out loud, i’m boutta be world renown
let’s take a walk downtown, i’ll let you explore h-ll
b-tch you’re always allowed to keep the strap
my lyrics are which i’m eternally endowed
my sh-t will blow-up through sheer word of mouth
what comes out of sushi’s mouth is consistently paramount
y’all tried to shun me
thought me tantamount, until you took a good look at your man’s bank account
prepare for the finest you’ve ever felt
land on an -ss fatter than orion’s belt
may not seem like much from a far… but trust me b-tch, this a bright -ss star

[x-deon]
a motherf-ckin’ artist, what?
i f-ckin’ hate art!
i’m a d-mn musician that plays like a recession part
i grew up at ‘rari or big truck like yung mitch
or how bout just some trap?
and im’ma f-ck your b-tch!
also, by my roley that dont even exist
i’m not tryna’ stunt
never hit it from the front
you dooze repel c-nts
lil yachty give her one

[yung mitch-ll]
you done released a monster, im’ma rip your f-cking spine out
call me john belushi with the way i pull these lines out
hop up on a track and i’m k!llin’ like every time now
throwing temper tantrums till they put my -ss in time-out
sneak up like a ninja and preform a deadly take-down
used to trust these phonies, but they actin’ pretty fake now
b-tch i’m goin’ bezerk givin’ these rappers mental breakdowns
i’m that lunatic you see jerkin’ off on the playground
lyrical kamikaze when i’m on the track bombin’, throwin’ up my arms screamin’ with my posse like a n-z- zombie
chillin’ with my girl like clyde and bonnie, dodgin’ paparazzi
kick your -ss like rocky while wearing a kilt like rowdy roddy

[young juice]
i blow o’s to make o’s
i turn fake b-tches into real hoes
i text her back and i get dome
i’ll only come if she’s home alone
i’m the dirtiest white rapper now, so move over post malone
i’m the next king now, since revival sounded like it had an extra chromosome
my chopper rain down on my compet-tion head to toe
i’m frozen cold so you better pack heat under your coat
like i’m movin houses, i see your -ss and i unload
watch the f-ckin’ dope; i can make you overdose
i just murdered my beat, so im’ma leave it comatose

[chorus]
i’m a motherf-cking artist
don’t need beats that go the hardest
or even specific targets, because i’m not afraid to start it
i’m a motherf-cking artist

- og sushi

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