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letra de code 9 vip freestyle - rocks foe

[verse]
can’t say nuttin’ to the boy, i’m brrrr
run up on your set, make everybody wanna cower
them man are g-ssed off of diesel and sour
roll ’em like paper, spit in it, blunt
i’ll blaze your big head, no chippendale monk
coming straight from the top of the mc hour
devil in this ting, i’ma show a man power
man wanna rally, take note from the counter
steal a man’s career like note from the counter
energy over nine thousand, a scouter
man shut down the comp, closing the browser
over and out, better know what i’m out to do
send shots on the sly? then i’m out for you
send shots at your frame or rounds at a few
round up a few, shaolin moves
fly kick a man’s face on my asics shoe, so
what you gonna do-do? run up on a man
and make a likkle man doo doo, two bang, doo doo
scrub off your face like african doo doo
dem man are cheeky when a man’s just cuckoo
man wanna send for the boy but i’m immune
move in the shadows, coming like the real illu
they’re the man that make your bruddas wanna do a tribute
man wanna b-tch about the tings that they’ve been through
me, i couldn’t care, go and crawl in a hole
you’re a, peasant, i’m a king, we have alternate roads
from back-a-day, know i had bricks on the toes
young boy from the south side, wicked man foe
’09 times was a problem for man
‘015, still a problem for man
wanna bread for the fame? i ain’t following that
grab mic straight and i hollow tip that
so, you know what i’m onto
creep on a man like ghost at the opera
bigging up your chest? better know all that posture
catch man slipping, sipping mocha in costa
said he got a dagger in the pouch, i look around
all i see is mascara, lipstick and bronzer
same way you still wanna front like you’re on stuff
lift up your skirt, we can see you ain’t got none
pussyhole, grow some
stop putting b-ss on your voice, you’re a grown-up
how you gonna provide for the fam with a reload?
looking up at the dj’s boat like he owes ya
man wanna beg it like they’re oliver twist
i just flame on the mic, turn these c-nts to a crisp
turn the whole flipping city to a necropolis
i go in, showering down is no thing
man are tryna block me and stop me from going in
catch another body, a sucker will get spinned
right round, you already know what it is
shouldn’t have to spell it, got pepper on the riddim
now everybody’s tense when a man comes out
man’ll get [?]
then wanna talk about aks in your pouch
how you gonna fit an ak in your pouch?
blud, you better know that the bits ain’t on
i don’t wanna hear songs with gunshots and bombs
man are giving off a different vibe and it’s wrong
you don’t get a medal for that, not even a bronze
so you better know when it all goes off
jump on the mic and it all goes off
looking at your boys and they’re all so soft
think you can stand up and then roll with rocks?
see, man really know who it is, rocks
man can’t cope with the kid, yeah

- rocks foe

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