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letra de sanctioned - rich woan

[intro: rich woan]
hey drake, i heard you like minors
this ain’t minecraft, n-gga
get yo’ ass on
you ain’t sanctioned around here

[verse 1: rich woan]
atlanta trapper, you ain’t never grow up around me
dealing dope, smokin’ weed, you ain’t sh-t like me
the bullet-proof vest protect from every side, bro
molesting little girls, you the cousin of edp
drake and a cop the ones behind the spiderman meme
foot up on your neck, george floyd, he couldn’t breathe
always rap like you bе drillin’, that’s just make believе
i heard that adonis might belong to k.d (kenny)

[interlude]
if i was f-cking young girls, i promise i’d have been arrested
i’m way too famous for this sh-t you just suggested
but that’s not the lesson, clearly, there’s a deeper message
deep cuts that never healed, and now they got infected

[verse 2: ai drake]

i don’t got the paperwork to prove adonis is my real boy
called his uncle, cause he knew that he had some plans for me
ayy yo, snoop, come to aa, drop a lil’ bag for me
mr. morale never made plans to make my past normal
for all the dogs, and the steppers, drizzy came back on em’
especially cause my d-ck bigger then y’all’s, you question that
but don’t question how cell block one isn’t on my back, i put p-n-s in a 15 year old girl’s tight ass
couple bullets go between her coochie, is that what future meant by that
contradicting his name, when i was that age, i had stats
my next album might be titled “a-minor”, or “might delete later”
kendrick’s album was cool, but it didn’t have any bangers, not like us is just a staple
he knew he was falling off in the rap game, pulled out a bible to read cane and abel
in the bible, it was me, 21, and discovered angels
bbl on my body, so you know it clap from every angle
complaining about past mistakes was never in my favor, sometimes i tell s-xyy red that we resemble b-tches
i’m her rich baby daddy, but k.dot refer to me as a girl
whitney bobby, leg-shot, glocky, she a victim of a homi
why this n-gga on my body
rich woan, why wouldn’t parallels answer the phone, lamar’s t–th look like quadratic equations that just roam
desks and chairs in his mouth, t–th is the board
mostly, the way that i be talkin’ you just know i be bored, who the f-ck ain’t from compton? it’s a lot i haven’t accomplished
but i just gotta prove that i’m elite to try and dox him, put his f-ckin’ house on s-x-offender maps, how about that?
jabroni lessons ain’t it, so take that sh-t right back
don’t mention gunna wunna, pass my gun to wunna, he gunna wunna shoot ya’
i’m biggie smalls, askin’ who shot ya’
relax, kendrick, i ain’t tryna get too rough, yes, h0m-
you said drake g-y, he like it in the b-tt, for all i know, this the reason why you said i was duckin’
your name got a drake-ing, the n-gga that like word-shaping
you shape shift into a different person, i can’t stand you, kendrick
ayy, woan come back, cause i wanna talk to minors, now listen
[verse 3: rich woan]
mm-mm, this n-ggas a sick dude, with sick thoughts, i think files like him should die
him and kendrick should spin each others block, and throw shots, tryna end they lifes
sold crack in 30 ounces, i was locked in, until nymphomania comes in
f-ck a roast battle, he get cooked so all of these women can live with a full meal
i’ve written like, five different tracks, now, i’m gonna say a little bit about this one
this the first track on my album “sanctioned”, i got twelve more of these sh-ts unreleased
add four more, that’s sixteen, yeah, drizzy can relate alot
take two away, that’s fourteen, n-ggas gotta protect they child
if a n-gga playing innocent in interrogation, that’s a red flag
you just know he a creep, when you watching the tapes, and the n-gga lil’ pullin’ his hair back
you a weirdo n-gga in a child body, i hope you not being accepted
you don’t deserve ovo, you deserve ov-ho, i suggest go speaking to kendrick
are you lame? n-gga, you are, so don’t try to lie your way on out, lost the rap battle, wasn’t routing for you
but that made me laugh and pout, you really a creep, you went outta the rap game go and choose kid routes
now, let’s get off topic, she in love wit’ woan, never got her p-ssy, she got my name tatted
poker-face, f-ck her wit’ my d-ck, my nut up in her nose
waterbreak, b.d.e, that sh-t gon’ make her father g-y
e.b.k, k!ll everybody, cause everybody seem like they wanna play (mmm)

[outro: rich woan & ai drake]
drake, you g-y
no i’m not daddy woan
ayyooooooooooooo?
awwugh
shut the f-ck up, fruitcake

- rich woan

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