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letra de killphaz interlude - raykaz

[intro: daije and vr4t]
“your problem is that you’re just tryna f-ck me, and i don’t f-cking like that…”
“that’s your problem, because you wanna f-ck on my cousins and then who told you i don’t…”
“f-ck you, k!ll!”
yeh-yeeaah…yeh-yeeaah
yeh-yeeaah…yeh-yeeaah
hoo-waaah…haa-haaah
yeh-yeeaah…yeh-yeeaah

[hook: vr4t]
no break sh-t…no vacations
locked inside that studio, sh-t feel just like a cage sh-t
(i…i-i can’t, i can’t) i can’t get complacent
i want to take sh-t
tell them boys that big rodeo’s back and sh-t is dangerous
patience, patience…don’t talk to strangers (please don’t talk)
enemies and friendlies way too close, way too adjacent, it’s crazy (please don’t talk! please don’t- please don’t talk!)
baby…don’t complicate this (hoo-waaah…haa-haaah)
i can’t do relations, let’s go back to the basics (yeh-yeeaah…yeh-yeeaah)

[bridge: vr4t]
f-ck with no emotions, don’t act like you ain’t know this
i see in yo’ eyes that you hopin’ – it’s hopeless
so don’t f-ck with my conscience, “i love you” – that’s nonsense
b-tch, you not sh-t! (yeh-yeeaah…yeh-yeeaah)
[verse 1: vr4t]
why you boys gassin’ average?
you makin’ her think she a bad b-tch
y’all gotta stop all this cap sh-t…you talkin’ too crazy in captions (hoo!)
why i can’t f-ck this rap sh-t…’cause n-ggas think i just be rappin’
i don’t be cappin’ on track sh-t (i don’t be cappin’!)
…i confess to the bass, the melody pastor (n-gga, i don’t be cappin’ on tracks!)
i should prolly go see me a pastor…’cause zinärte the mob and we tied up like laces
back on my drake sh-t, f-ck it – went back to the basics
workin’ while stayin’ evasive
wait…she wan’ pull up to my place? that’s crazy
too many enemies gunnin’ for kz
i can’t be sendin’ locations, that is the basics
don’t try to f-ck up my sp-cious
pull up, got tonkas by dozens
they hear that vrrr-pah in the distance and know that we comin’
them boys is some p-ssies, they nothin’
if we get to dumpin’, i bet that lil b-tch get to duckin’
family still gotta get out…i visit grandma in the ghetto
kazzers too militant, give us a medal
cuzzo keep the cutter, papa keep the metal (grrr-pah-pah!)
we pop off like botttles, get ready for battle
itchin’ to get started, get hotter than kettles (grrr-pah-pah!)
them boy would talk on the streets, they wanted the beef, we chop up that beef like a butcher with cattle!
you n-ggas d-ckridin’ too hard, think you n-ggas need saddle
b-tch on my d-ck tellin’ me i should settle
what? settle?
[refrain: vr4t]
she tell me she want me relaxed (they say i’ve been going way too hard on these n-ggas)
she want me to slow down (these n-ggas want me to relax)
but i can’t slow
no, i can’t slow down (they want me to slow down)
want me relaxed (we do not relax)
but i can’t slow down (we do not slow down)
i can’t take no breaks
no breaks (no f-ckin’ breaks!)
no breaks, no breaks

[hook: vr4t]
no break sh-t (no breaks!)…no vacations (no vacay!)
locked inside that studio, sh-t feel just like a cage sh-t
(i…i-i can’t, i can’t) i can’t get complacent
i want to take sh-t
tell them boys that big rodeo’s back and sh-t is dangerous (rodeo! ro-rodeo!)
patience, patience…don’t talk to strangers (please don’t talk!)
enemies and friendlies way too close, way too adjacent, it’s crazy (please don’t talk! please don’t- please don’t talk!)
baby…don’t complicate this
i can’t do relations, let’s go back to the basics (let’s go right back to the basics!)

[verse 2: raykaz]
why you boys worship wh0reses? (hmmmmm?)
you makin’ her think she important
why is yo’ cash in shortage…but all of the songs you recorded braggin’ ’bout monies and fortunes?
mmmmm, i’m sorry but i need the sources (you run a distortion)
most’ve these n-ggas reporters (tmz-mcs)
…they snitchin’ like they got a mortgage (i told my n-gga, no-tellin’)
n-ggas morals made of porcelain
abortion – k!ll a kid before he come out
hit the dash, he seen the gun out (grrr!)
college educated, f-ck these n-ggas e’en tal’mbout?
stick him if he stick his tongue out
kazzy alaska, you might never see the son/sun out – lowkey, n-gga
dive in these waters with both feet, n-gga
funny ’cause it could get so deep, n-gga
we on the court with the real ballers, don’t know how you chattin’ from the nosebleeds, n-gga
too many toys in the garage
vr4tty, i think we might need us a new one
maybe a red one – maybe a blue one!
maybe a mercy – no wait, a cruiser!
hoe, we got options, stop it
parlay with pops then we cop it, drop it
somehow we still make a profit, office don’t ever close like a highway
did it my way
hit him four times on the bounce, we shoot the kawhi way
kinärte, we spent us like 350 bands on some liquids just ’cause it’s friday
girl, i think you should come back to my place
heh, come see why they call me big zaddy zay
big daddy ray
pop a n-gga with that big daddy k! (fah!)
drop a n-gga for that sh-t that he say! (bah!)
clock a n-gga like it’s 10:42 and then rob a n-gga like i’m with sallie may!
funny, you pupil’s can’t leave me a-lone
zero stress, i got a riri at home
hero quest is what you thinkin’ she on, but pos will make her feed me a bone…mm
[outro: vr4t]
no break sh-t (no breaks!)…no vacations (no vacay!)
locked inside that studio, sh-t feel just like a cage sh-t
(i…i-i can’t, i can’t) i can’t get complacent
i want to take sh-t
tell them boys that big rodeo’s back and sh-t is dangerous (rodeo! ro-rodeo!)
patience, patience…don’t talk to strangers (please don’t talk!)
enemies and friendlies way too close, way too adjacent, it’s crazy (please don’t talk! please don’t- please don’t talk!)
baby…don’t complicate this
i can’t do relations, let’s go back to the basics (let’s go right back to the basics!)

- raykaz

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