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letra de contradictory to grown ups - rakey

[verse 1]
i will do a peter pan, fly away to neverland
where you smoke all you can and you still never land
bound to be a freshman, cos i’m so fresh man
the game got married, so you’ll know i am the best man
fabio’s a welshman so you know he speak funny
better not say it, if you see him on the street buddy
just retreat back to wherever you sleep sonny
he leaves tracks how he’ll leave you, running
i’m sunning every rapper coming under the sun
and i’m running past every rapper one-by-one
cos i won and i’m never gone give you a re-run
everytime that i spit this sh-t, i leave ’em stunned
i used to be the one that girls would just shun
but soon i’ll be the one making ’em squirt like a water gun
where’s your daughter gone? she’s somewhere around me
we’ve gone two rounds, can she last for a round three?
got her so wet, god she almost drowned me
guess the hunger never stops like she eating pot brownies
now i’m having fun rhyming, and i’m loving it
first tape and i got everybody bumping it
bumping it in their house, bumping it in their whips
bumping it everywhere, everybody bumps this sh-t
i got bars, and they coming in by the boatload
feel like an alien, rakey’s gotta phone home
i’m a beast on the beat even though i’m rusty
finna be the best to ever come out this country
finna have everybody saying that they love me
finna have every label tryna touch me
gonna be buzzing all over the f-cking globe
flashing up everywhere like i was a strobe
light, doing shows every single night
while your at home heading off to singles night
i live next to a hospital, cos i’m so sick
the next best rapper, i am the top pick
the topic of conversation everywhere i go
i don’t understand why, guess i’ll never know
for this beat, you can thank chiddy bang
i’m just the icing on the cake, meringue
with my fangs, gonna eat every beat
not a night goes by where i don’t spit suttin sweet
just spit straight facts so listen
i’m dirty on the beat and you know i go the distance
never missing, spitting with precision
got me feeling like professor snape, a magician
now i can hear all the snakes hissing
guess the fakes don’t understand my mission
guess they can’t see it, send ’em to the opticians
rakey’s out, end of transmission

- rakey

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