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letra de arigato - rejjie snow

[intro]
arigato
is there something you could, you could do

[verse 1]
i know where i’m from, i got it from a textbook
and negro, the spiritual son, close to my sketchbook
we stepped off the ledge, held hands, what i saw twice
the death saw black, you see the mamba, my snake bites
this game got played, the profits got splits
but the ashes up in sp-ce, look, look the sun’s face
it’s gonna be a good day up under the [?] tree
the crunch got a sweet tooth, snackin’ the kid clean
for those still stunned, left a crumb but my nose clean
my snow too purе and that’s my heart when you speak mеan
baggin’ up sweets, and a hunnid ounce, seven mil’ for the tricks
look, look the sun speaks
but look, but look
arigato

[instrumental break / beat switch]

[verse 2]
it’s a stick up, cartoons lunch dates, the kid’s up
you timbuktu, troops shoot, put your hands up, “freeze”
they stole all our jewels, grab my sword, up and leave
so last week i shot a rapper, but the manager fleed
he grew a [?] then he returned and demanded i leave
this rap game on a fidget duck, you crack and you peak (arigato)
the crusades boots, march in three sixty degrees
the checks never really bigger if they peakin’ at feet
my cheap dimples over grace until our [?] is deplete
the stove for the heat, and drama that’s free
you get rockabye, you the balboa in me, sh-t
(arigato)
[instrumental break / beat switch]

[verse 3]
badaboom, badabing, just tryna sing
so let me spit it, my spiritual indigenous, so naughty spit with aboriginals
the flow is so original, this sh-t’s a f-ckin’ miracle
you the maquette but the flow is too immaculate
i’m still runnin’ but the pigs ain’t catchin’ sh-t
slow tippin’ and dippin’, your caesar salad dippin’
talkin’ with the slang of villain until i’m coughin’ p-ss
coughin’ p-ss and i’m munchin’ up on a rappers dish
two gold chains, it’s a playground raps, dude
six gold t–th for some stick and poke tattoos, yeah
what the birds see the villains do
these dudes play happy until i smack ’em with the pedestal
known to make decisions, was the bookie at the seven rebels
and dissect the [?] of what he made clever
this speech [?] make you sing, badaboom, badabing, smackin’ off his bling
preachin’ to my mistletoe
long john silver and some crook t–th
crown me like the blackest man dingos
so when she’s l!ckin’ off the liquor on my lips
seven shades blacker, uncle genie with the wish
smugglin’ the sentiments to part from the rich
speak about the ego when you end up in a ditch, snitch
brownie f-dg- smudge, muck
handsome lil’ f-cker, on the stage, i spit wise
and that’s word to my mother, and my sisters and my brothers, brothers
so, ha, i don’t know what to say, i’m goin’ insane
up in the membrane, i’m goin’ insane, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
badaboom, badabing, smackin’ off his bling, ha
and i’m just, just tryna sing, yeah
[instrumental outro]

- rejjie snow

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