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letra de meanest - siron arokk

{verse 1:}
i’m the meanest you ever seen
respect coming from overseas
rapping anywere i be
who’s a kid better than me
who be smacking out bare cash and good grades you see
who’s a better kid than me
who writes bars with a good salary

{verse 2:}
it’s pear
not too deep
got a lot betta like mozambique
punch to the ground and then sweep
oh neil, is it veggie or meet
take a seat
rap and get paid, that’s how it be
on the mix , i ain’t never do this for free

{verse 3:}
and i’m not mixed
fames what i seen
sri lankan b-tch on the mic every wear
it’s my life , f-ck off with your big bear
petruccio with the mad beats
siron on the mic with mad heat
siron dashing laps in the bleep
siron on the run call it flee
{verse 4:}
siron doing bits on the track , on long jump doing map leaps
can you smell what arokk is cooking
mix the colour to make it good looking
but that’s what makes it fake, just stick to plucking
cuz then you gonna be the best at sucking
don’t be ducking
want some bars, hit me up booking
for a long i’ve been taking aim
all i want is the money and fame

{verse 5:}
nah shut the f-ck up
i don’t care bout that this is the game
all i care about my name
i just wanna keep away the shame
i’m top boy call you ward or dave
is it burna boy i’m tryna locate
nah i’m not throwing shade
your death would be like spider man fade

{verse 6:}
just got big and the money came
playing b ball, i take the w and you get played
a diss track is key, best is the one i made
number from then this one i made
it’s my fate what can i say
{verse 7:}
right now i’m chilling on the lowdow
nah i’m only kidding plugging this sh-t all around town
turn the smile to a frown
you can’t care cuz i’m brown
on my head place that crown
this ice cold making you drown
don’t talk to me you clown
saving this to be cloud
raining cash for me now

{verse 8:}
far from home but still at home now
when you see my better bow
milk off me like milking cows
hot bars coming in and rapow
songs on fleer like brows
k!lling me on a song i will not allow

{verse 9:}
i got the rhymes up in my head
diss track on me, i’ll leave you dead
holidays , i won’t leave my bed’
unless i gotta do some for the bread
i don’t care, that’s what i said
i gotta make a living, thats what i said
{verse 10:}
you gotta be careful on what you tread
some bars may have you bled
and i know that’s a big red
gotta do my best to try and not involve the feds
i’m not religious not like ned
i do my own thing my world i spread
got a future ahead
need it to be good
that’s what i pleds

- siron arokk

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