letra de celebration - ovl (icon okee x moufpece da rippa)
[hook: icon okee]
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
it’s a banquet, festive occasion
come one, come all with no hesitation
but we’re not here for your entertainment
[verse 1: icon okee]
had to hold it down, squad goals renowned
bestowed the crowds with the golden child
the vultures out, they tryna grope ya gal
atrocious, foul, this is mostly how
hoes beguile, popos profile
cologne is piled before you join the file
if home’s the site, well think poker style
i’ve got a full house and this joker’s wild
didn’t know me then, bet you know me now
didn’t love me then, bet you loathe me now
been linked before bitlinks
mixed drinks, mixed women, mix ‘em up you get mistakes
f-ck you talkin’ ‘bout? this is our sh-t
prawns must not’ve got the memorandum
only ball ‘cause y’all were picked at random
call kitana, i don’t get the fandom
this the anthem, i swear it is
overlordz, where’s the heretics?
we go ham hock, i’m like hanc-ck
f-ck sh-t up just to better it, icon
[hook: icon okee]
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
it’s a banquet, festive occasion
come one, come all with no hesitation
but we’re not here for your entertainment
[verse 2: moufpece da rippa]
i’m the livest one
used to have cornrows like iverson
a pyt, tryna spot me one
a sack of og, man i got me some
tryna make a hundred stacks, all in knots
because the hundred blocks is all we got
and we call the shots
before a hater try to call a block
im trying to ball a block (baller block) like a hot boy
with hot led on hot wheels
i wanna be that hot topic
and wake up everyday to a hot meal
then hot labels try to pick me up
because they heard that i got sk!lls
found out you was blowing hot air
then found me because you not real
puffing on a cuban like cuba, show me the money
we were all born losers, i’ll shoot ya, if you think its funny
or put you in a headlock
i twist els like its dreadlocks
to refresh and maintain like dead stock
dont turn into a dead end you could leave with a headshot
prepare for the big one and p-ss on like red foxx
bringing life to a dead stop
the final homerun, red sox
so in life, better pick the right tools
and keep your shed locked
[hook: icon okee]
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
clap your hands, it’s a celebration
it’s a banquet, festive occasion
come one, come all with no hesitation
but we’re not here for your entertainment
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