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letra de say what - pxwer

[intro: sampled pulp fiction: brett + juules
wha-what?
“what” ain’t no country i ain’t ever heard of. do they speak english in “what”?
what?
english muthuf-cka, do you speak it?
yes
then you know what i’m saying?
w-what?
say what again
say
what
again
i dare you
i double dare you muthuf-cka
say what one more godd-mn time
what?
-gunshot-

[verse 1: pxwer]
drop it
don’t say “what?” when the gun in your face
open the safe, the pig bang cause i’m fiending for cake
overweight? nah, skinny n-gga out for big profit
fat pockets, money boat so thick, can’t put it in my wallet
i’m bout to switch the topic, any beat that i demolish
take em back to the chamber that’s hyperbolic
back in time, no windows black and mouths was in my pocket
chaining back to back, bodying snacks i stashed in the closet
5-0-6 was smoked out, kicked a couple hoes out
down to 40 ounces, blasting beats till i zone out
spitting like a 50 cal’ for lyrical warfare
you dumping empty clips my n-gga you don’t belong here
don’t say “what?” when i’m ready to battle
i tackle tracks like your shawty vlog
blood in the snapple, i’m such an assh0l-
so serious when i say i’m the sh-t
the competition acting friendly, y’all could suck my d-ck
[chorus: pxwer]
don’t say “what?” when the gun in your face
don’t say “what?” when the gun in your face

[verse 2: intell]
i-i-i-i-i-i
i say intell is intelligent, other cats is irrelevant
i’ve been great, bars hold weight just like an elephant
swag always elegant, better understand me now
can’t respect fresh if you never rocked hand-me-downs
rappers out now, a bunch of antsy-dancey clowns
dancing, get their fancy gowns, steady tryna sn-tch the crown
drowining in a sea, and seeing people mediocre
i’m nastier than oprah b-tt naked eating oprah
netflix on the sofa, got your girlfriend, super soaker
tapping your xbox while you tapping remote controllers
d-mn i know this polar had a bear on my shoulder
i was touching the walls, preparing it for my poster
colder than nova storms but too bold to know when it’s over, cause it’s not
long as hip-hop slowly goes with the culture
staten island n-ggas being going hard as a boulder
rpg on my shoulder, soldier your life’s over

[chorus: pxwer]
don’t say “what?” when the gun in your face
don’t say “what?” when the-
[verse: dru gunn$]
good sweet jesus
there’s a war going on outside no one is safe from
i’m known to k!ll myself and destroy the nation
the whole thought process murder like jason voorhees
allow i to step on keys
i could ‘vance with an [?], bury all of my energies
my entity is to destroy all of your energy
you sick? cool, here go a shot to your neck
is it a c-cktail n-gga, or a glock at your chest?
i been the best rapper, meaning i’m too proof
i let you get the metaphor later when eminem and his troop booth
dudes too sick for them to f-ck with, any rapper get destroyed inside my circumference
bring your whole brigade and i hit em with grenades
probably why the joker went nuts, it’s insane
so play yourself, you play a f-cking charade
pin out now, that’s why they brought your grenade
gunn$ n-gga

- pxwer

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