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letra de 15 - r.j. roze

[intro]
we have kidnapped the real r.j. roze. we will deploy a clone onto planet earth, and it will make sh-tty music, because this planet does not deserve the real r.j. roze. uh-uh-uh

[verse 1: r.j.]
i still got it, motherf-ckers
to my homies and brothers, and all the others
that bump my sh-t and love the album covers
only the best for all my supporters
sing along to each chorus and verse
that i spit in my tapes, yeah, f-ck the hate
switchin lanes with what i do
if you hate thе hustle, b-tch that’s on you
it’s a new day, i’m rejuvеnated
you all antic-p-ted, you all waited
for what would follow another day
and to answer the question, i’ll just say
expect the unexpected
if bangers were a disease, b-tch i’m infected
this album’s been tested, fda approved
for legal reasons, just follow the grove
spent some time up in the lab
eating dissected frogs and makin some music
ignore the first thing, let’s f-cking do this!
outta pocket is my middle name
rappin weird sh-t is my f-ckin game
if you don’t find me funny, well that’s a shame!
[chorus: r.j.]
half a year spent wondering
if this journey was worth anything
didn’t want to fail my fans
then i learned the real ones
would support me through it all

[verse 2: r.j.]
they may not like the music or the genres that i do
but they’ll support the grind, that’s all that’s on my mind
so if you hate this album, honestly that’s fine
but if you’re a b-tchless f-ckin hater
tryna throw me to the gators
you can take these fists and shove em up yo ass!
i don’t need your crying, no, quit your f-cking whining!
no, i won’t take your so-called criticism if you want me dying!
you think you’re the king? ha, b-tch, you’re lying!
15, yo
number 15
don’t judge a book by it’s cover
you never know what’s inside
i f-cked your mom 15 times

[verse 3: -rs-nic]
i need someone to fist me, someone to peg me
ion want no lil shawty, i want a granny
put my finger in my ass, then smell it, good aroma
need a 10 inch to fill me up, ain’t talking bout pizza
my life in shambles, looking like the tower of pisa
every shot i take, i miss, they call me lakaka (lakaka)
yeah, mhm, yuh, this sh-t boutta go hard, y’all ain’t ready
hop off a junky car, straight to the next step, a criminal road
i’m an outlandish bro, pop off, the next stop
annexing the game, even dyslexic, i would still hit those flows
paper, i wrote on my road to the top, about rappers that stealing they flows, morose
papa, wish you was here, more often, that’s why i’m writing and jolting, becoming a goat

- r j roze

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