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letra de who's mad freestyle - s.w.a.v x sawce

[intro – s.w.a.v]
yeah uh
swav on this beat
ye let’s go

[verse 1 – s.w.a.v]

they said i murder all the beats
wouldn’t know cz these n-gga is weak
marn i hustle got no time to sleep
this rap sh-t had mama p-ssed
i go to kaltsha for a studio
ezi layti zicinga ndi muncu thou
i do it all just to rap
i ain’t crazy but call me the best yha
yebo ndayaz ba ndiyi beast (im a beast)
i tried to be humble but that ain’t me
you tried on my shoes and it didn’t fit
i say suka endleleni my n-gga please
majita aweak azofa dom
ndiphuma ekasi yayaz lonto
lomjita yayaz mara yena uslow
you claim you the best i wouldn’t drop a vote
(hahaha) these n-ggas ain’t funny
i tried to be nice but the n-gga ain’t copy
(uh yha) im a boss of my own
no one tell me sh-t cuz i ride with flow
(uh yha) make me sick to the core
majita angena line are the ones with no code
marn i play on a beat like i ride on a b-tch when she pop at my crib
ain’t n0body tell me sh-t
aph’ekasi im the sh-t (uh)
mama knows im the queen (queen)
for her i gotta cop a crib (ahh)
and i know i like your b-tch
she dont wanna suck ya d-ck
cz she knows this n-gga weak (he weak)
yha she knows this n-gga weak!
get a bag get a bag
finna copy and get mad
dont come at me with your cr-p
smoke a bag and relax
aph’ekasi im the champ
who’s mad? hoes mad x3
i dont wanna state facts
cz they know this n-gga wack
sphush’ispan sangempela
stati transi vele svaye
n-gga claim he got a gun
who this n-gga gon pump
come at me i’ll f-ck you up x2
eeyyy this way to different from everything i been through i been smoking all this weed mama crying give her a tissue x2
[verse 2 – sawce]

(sawce in this b-tch)
n-ggas wished on us to panic (panic)
me and gang gave em a classic (uhh)
dropping these bands i don’t stash it
double cup on me it make my eyes flashy (iyeh!)
all of my wavians got passion (wha?)
we here to stay no passing (no passing)
i might f-ck that b-tch cuz she classy
but i don’t touch on a b-tch who act fancy
drip or drown this the atlantic (wha?)
waviest gee on the planet (okay)
you’s a fake you’s a hasbeen
not feeding n-ggas, like they fasting (they hungry)
they ask the boy when he cashing (they wha?)
i tell em i’m working and planning (prrrr)
but n-ggas ain’t ready for me
double cup on me it make my eyes flashy

- s w a v x sawce

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