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letra de whoa - sbplusix & tk.

[verse 1: sb+6]
one time pull up in the block
tk smoking with the blunts, sb come out playing ball
we just wanna have fun, everybody got the sound
touchin’ our b-lls, you’ve gotta burn!
i’m struggling with the past, still chilling in the work
too much problem make an effect, but i enjoyed, little broke
you know everything fun, like kissing in the prom?
probably can’t afford this, but everything is glows

tk on the beat make everything whoa!
dealing with my brain, i’ll tryna keep it slow
tryna keep it lowkey, work hard and then make a goal
we gonna k!ll it, not temporary
but keep it chilly, like a broski sippin’ the coffee
life is anarchy, i’m tryna deal it
to all my family and all my homies
i will stay down build my career like everything is nothin’

like “coleworld” left me too much lesson bout a lover
and remove about my sorrow for tomorrow
f-cked up with my energy, got mesmerized like “kanye” drop the beat ? this is never be
boy we know better get loww
new friends in the northside come out
same ways, you know everything is dark
crippin’ bjork, uh letting it go

[hook]
yea, f-ck what u think what heard
all i gotta do, is just put em work like
yea, f-ck what u think what heard
all i gotta do, is just put em work like
yea, f-ck what u think what heard
all i gotta do, is just put em work like
yea, f-ck what u think what heard
all i gotta do, is just put em work like

[speech]
u should know, i always put ‘em work
like i prefer die with legacy than die lazy
wake your -ss up fellas, the world is getting worse
even tho you make something right doesn’t mean it’s right for another person
make your sh-t better!

[verse 2 : tk.]
tk on the beat, like we hit the street
maf-ckas trying so hard to be like me
everytime i go out they dont wanna see me breath
lemme k!ll these haters, stupid stinky -ss why you hatin’ on me?

rule number 1, dont messin with my family
rule number 2, just please let me live (yea)
number 3, number 4, everytime you go to my room boi, yo please always close the f-cking door!

no metaphor, just gimme some more, i don’t wanna war for your thor or your wh-r-
i just wanna pour some more, let me take you to a liquor store, make it core, than before
i’m not gonna ignore, let’s explore

your blood drop to the floor
imma clean it up like summer at the decorating to the top
sb, make it pop
don’t stop till they wanna see me drop
your body at the shop (what)

+628, whole squad gettin laid
them b-tches wanna cuddle
i said nah, it’s time travel
no time gettin stole
all you f-ckas wanna roll
click bangin to the north

like toronto raptors, hoe
man it’s time to grow
no more silly things come from me, bro
just roll some more, take a chill outdoor
now sit down boi, and listen to this mentor

- sbplusix tk

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