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letra de done (mc hammer) - pyro

[verse]
i’m about to make it to the top
when i get it, pray it never stop
thought of sipping liquor ’til the last drop
in my drop-top whip, swerving ’round my block
i’ma get it
and inkwari better be at my spot
i could have been a chef, dawg, i like pot
and i gotta say, dawg, i’m quite shocked
how they get it and they spend it like they scared it might rot

me i rather save some for my kids, dawg, than go mc hammer broke
when i get a wife like miss keys, dawg, or like miss amber rose
but until then i gotta grid hard and heavy, i’ma cope
’til that moola makes me go haha, ’cause i get it like a joke
haha
p-ssing off a couple of these rappers, they don’t get it
when i get it they all pro’ly gonna lose it, yeah
you could swear i never got an a
’cause the way that i get up on the mic i go stupid, yeah
f-ck it, even though i’m underground i still got a virgin sound
they ain’t f-cking with my music, yeah
just call me a fly, let me tell you why
everytime you see me, dawg, i’m always on some new sh-t, yeah

[chorus]
i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

did it, did it, did it
f-ck it, i do it. it’s done

i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

[verse]
they like pyro why yo bragging like you got it
you ain’t got it. ain’t n0body over here know who you is
well, boy i’m that spitter that move like a sprinter
on beats made by spitta, on crew sh-t
dawg, i’m that boy that invaded like troy
then i went and deployed all my new sh-t
see, i’m god with these raps and you rappers my sons
but ya’ll don’t believe on that jew tip, yeah
lately i ain’t been so lyrical
but i know you love the way these whole lyrics are
’cause complex is so f-cking difficult
when i handle these bars it’s so criminal
i’m just tryna make something from nothing
and i ain’t asking for nothing
if you hate then you hate, if you love what i make then that’s great
i ain’t stunting or nothing
but guess who’s back from the dead like lazuras
kinosonic first, nothing after us
bayas’saba, ngyaz’
s’shay’ inamba, plus our fam counting on us like an abacus
i cut straight through rappers
in the cut while i cut straight through rappers
what’s the fuss, why you guys hate new rappers
nam’ angaz, i’ma just hate new rappers
i hate new rappers, ey

oh, flip. that means i hate myself
i just sliced up, and diced up, and ate myself
but it’s f-cked up, i taste like i ain’t myself
now i think i’m blue, feeling like i paint myself
’cause i pay myself a little too much attention
forgot about the things that needed my attention
i’m too g-ssed up, i do burn
it’s my turn, like a train, no more you turns, ey

[chorus]
i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

did it, did it, did it
f-ck it, i do it. it’s done

i do it, i do it, i do it
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

[outro]
done
done
done
f-ck it, i did it. it’s done

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