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letra de vots freestyle (kenny allstar) - potter payper

uh, i could tell you tales ’bout my dirty crack pot
or me and zino schemin’ on a mans crop
find it all hanging man we hit the jackpot
you’s a gang rapper bro you’re just a mascot
music weren’t paying i was getting hands on
til i was on a visit just getting bashed off like
sh-t, the things i do for the block
and these man just love to spread rumours a lot
and she’s a real b-tch she plays mover a lot
p’s about what he raps, but they’re usually not
all this liquor gets spilt for my dead bros
cah round ‘ere we just ice out edge notes
round ‘ere we just ride out press pose
yeah i’m modern but we’re mobbing like the west coast
i got the .32 on me looking retro
i’ll leave you underground like the metro
sixty three grams in my pyrex bowl
i’m putting dinner on the road al fresco
and i’ve been bout it from the get go
rip pedro, old school shooter like crespo
i’ve done it on my pedals i’ve done it on my ten toes
never use majja[?] never use benzo
weed in the tent grow, i be in a bando
still i hate the stench though
mazza where my head goes
pick with a red nose, smile stash stress loads
rings and my neck froze, always got endo
never get friendzoned
i just want a mac 11 with a extendo
i said i just want a
yo, they say they want the old me back
but the old me’s tapped
i got bruddas tryna hold me back
my og was a cokehead
he never broke bread but least he let me hold his strap
got jerked for his food, can’t phone me back
no bossey chat cuh it is what it is
g i rap what i do, i spit what i live
cuh my lice love hate like when paddy done nij
i just answer the phone like my name’s terry tibbs
put this 9 on spin, that’s a quick twenty quid
i’m ch-nkz drugs off the rip
got my gun in my pocket not my hip i
leave you on a drip suttin’ silly on a drip
and i always go equipped, tryna make him go a kip
in this ding dong volvo, moving like cid’s
gotta double check the insho
i gotta ask mid don’t know where you got your info
them man are our kids
friends and money can’t mix in the long run
i’ve been drinking and i’m on one
with the wrong one
i said you ____ with the wrong one
p.o.t.t when it comes to ot i’m ott
so am i just a bad boy really
cuh i don’t want no funny boys near me
she call me frankie baby francis o’leary
remember that night when it could’ve gone nearly
yeah you’re alright but your raps it’s all theory
me it’s from the heart you know i mean it sincerely
like free muni, free siri
i swear i felt my heart break, like
me and laddy in the white range, like
me and bush on the live stage, like
me and flex that was school days
pound up in the hallways
neighbours always used to call jakes
trapped up in my north face, sh-t
came for a sixteenth but he bought four eighths

- potter payper

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