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letra de sick & tired - rakz

[intro]
hargo production

woi-woi, woi-woi, woi-woi, woi-woi, woi
bap-bap

[verse 1]
up on the grind, i don’t stay on bed ‘cah i’m out here tryna make amazin’ bread
sick and i’m tired of the bacon feds ‘cah they all hate me and they hate my friends (my friends)
my new asian ting’s way better than the last ‘cah she gives amazin’ head (that’s right)
i hear man talk about jail like it’s lovely, f-ck that, man, that place is dead (so sh-t)
and don’t listen to them, they’re liars
every time man step in the ends, i’m calm, man step through the farm in sliders (i’m gucci)
i need big firearms and snipers that will take a next man’s whole head off
i got a african gyal from cunch, yeah (woo, woo), she cooks me lunch (woo), that’s spicy jollof
we used to be friends ’til the boy done fell off (woo-oh)
and the man that chopped my face done that from behind, what a f-ckin’ disgrace (he’s so sh-t)
and it’s lucky them man there denied him, if not, man would’ve shot up the place (ching, ching)
gang’s got nicked ’cause of ot trips, ’cause it’s out here shottin’ the base (fo-oh)
if you wonderin’ why feds are on my case (why is that?), it’s probably because of my race (mh-hmm)
rakz is blessed, rakz is calm (what rakz is that?), it’s rakz from farm
stepped in a shop and i cop me a maggy, a sterlin’ jewels and a cat piece sawn (that’s right)
got one milf, but she’s on some filth and she looks like pamela anderson
most of my g’s make p, but they locked in my bro yp, he’s the savage one (free yp)
i got the maddest jawns, and i swear to god they’re all on me
i had a muslim virgin one, whenever got married, but she still f-ck me
astaghfirullah, that b-tch is haram, bro cut with the gyal and she turned all sl-tty
and i’m here if she f-ckin’ with them man, so i’ma l!ck her down with my brucky
[interlude]
everything man says is some real sh-t, listen up, uh, fresh home
yo, woo-oh

[verse 2]
i made all this cash, now, i feel like the man
wash that, put that sh-t in the bag (woi-woi-woi-woi-woi)
free ganzy and my broski dan
free yp and my broski zan (free all the guys)
tryna get rich was really the plan, but they locked up all of my g’s in the can
she ain’t my gyal, she just a fan (real sh-t), don’t talk much, just see when i land (okay)
hardest at rap in the ends and they know this
f-ck that, i ain’t goin’ unnoticed
swear all of these gyal wanna blow this
‘cah they know that my ting big and hawkish (it’s long)
laughin’ ’cause these n-ggas are jokers
i don’t take drugs, but still, i’m the dopest (i don’t)
i’m a hot boy, but still, i’m the coldest (that’s right)
just know that i’m back and focused (okay)
sweet one and she know that she fine
she caught my eye, she one of a kind (so s-xy)
i was in my girl for a year, but truthfully, i fancied her cousin the whole of the time (real sh-t)
they feelin’ my raps, they feelin’ my tracks (that’s right)
‘cah they like i flow and rhyme
shouts-out to me after holdin’ my nine
and my ex can’t ring ‘cah she know i decline (oh lord)
best know when jail got jumpy (got jumpy)
i made man on the landin’ run off (why you runnin’, bro?)
they must’ve thought rakz had a rassclart pumpy
in jail, i tell female govs they’re s-xy
even though they look ugly (ugly)
i had my next door neighbour’s gyal tryna text me (that’s right)
and i know it sounds f-ckery (uh-ha)
but that’s the purpose of not bein’ ugly
she wants me, but she don’t know my name
she wanna f-ck me, i’m like, “oh, what a shame” (what a shame)
now, she callin’ me superman
so i tell this b-tch “lowest to get in her lane”
she wanna visit me, but she lives too far
and she ain’t got a card, told her, “roll in a train” (roll, b-tch)
this b-tch lied and put me in jail
but when i see her on road, she won’t know what to say (chop her head off)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

- rakz

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