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letra de tuscan leather freestyle - s-weezy

[intro]

[verse 1: s-weezy]

waking up alone on a pretty sunday morn’
check the mirror, brush my teeth, and then i sit up on my throne
my rap game wicked and i’ll kick it, in my zone
to all you other players i suggest that you go home
sydney in the trap, sydney in the lane
my bars i spit so crazy i bet b-tches go insane
in science cl-ss we talked about a f-ckin’ membrane
i’m mitochondria, the powerhouse, just like dwayne wade
ballin’ on the court, ballin’ in my rhymes
ask me if i’ll kick it and i politely decline
don’t take it to heart, nothin’ personal, it’s fine
just people didn’t see me then, they was helen keller blind
my petal’s on the go but it’s not a green light
great gatsby, jay and daisy, let’s have afternoon delight
the way i rip this game up they ain’t never seen this sight
and i do enjoy a beet so they refer to me as dwight
i got a couple weapons but i like the 47
when i’m done you’ll be my number 7-3, up in heaven
i take it from 0 to 6-0, hear me revvin’
yo pubic hair so curly like a jonas brother, kevin

[talking]

this is my first track, uh
i know it’s corny to freestyle over a drake beat but uh
i’m white, i’m suburban, i shop at urban
can you blame me?

i’m boutta go in
r-r-ready, listen to this switch up
someone – someone hold my solo cup
yup

[verse 2: s-weezy]

i’ll hit you with my glock, but i’d rather not – okay?
like mr. redding on the dock, i’m sitting on my bae
my dude the f-ckin’ baddest and he hit it like ray j
so not only was he first but i guess i’m kim k
‘nother shot of lean to my motherf-ckin’ face
i’m on godd-mn autopilot i don’t really need a place
nightmare on elm, i’ll be the freddy to your jase
so on friday 1-3 get your knives and get your mace
like charlie from it’s sunny i like huffin glue, inhale
bill didn’t do that but snoop did and went to jail
i’m digging dirt so deep i need a bucket and a pail
don’t bother calling on the phone i’ll send it right to voice mail
holden caulfield, everyone’s phony and fake
my life not sad, no cryin’ i’m not drake
look in my garage, every car model and make
i’ll emmett till yo -ss, throw yo body in a lake
october this thing drops so you must be well read
yeezy’s at the top, it can’t be biggie cause my idol dead
in case you didn’t hear me or you just missed the truth i said
try to keep up with my facts so you’ll survive just like ned
switchin’ up the flow, this thing blow up like atomic bombs
when i’m done some women wanna blow, just ask ya moms
hang up my words cause they so savage, i call that saddam
eye of the hurricane, you better watch me, just be calm

- s weezy

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