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letra de 1hunnit - small boss

[small boss]

tell you what i’m gonna do
i’ma start it up for you
nice and slow, sike i joke
do i look like a chump to you?
i’ma look like trump to you
provide the hoops, i’m jumpin’ through
sh-tting on the music that you
and your girlfriend snuggle to
do i look like i cuddle dude?
icloud filled with tons of nudes
find me drinking bub
with twenty b-tches at the w
hoe i ain’t in love with you
if you really want the truth
i got honeys coming through
just as soon as i’m done with you

never had to f-ck a trick
how you gonna trust a chick?
i had her on her knees bro
you don’t think she sucked the d-ck?
she told me you were comin’ home
i told her i can bust it quick
i can tell your mad but
i don’t give a f-ck-ing sh-t

i told you that i’m nice
you didn’t believe it
only reason that i’m here
is to kel, sorry keenan

i be schemin’ on my next sh-t
feeding on some chex-mix
beezy gets jazzy like jeff
and the fresh prince

(mmm)

east coast in the building
go ahead pop it off
watch what that will bring
rosemaries baby, anti-christ
im the real thing
what you think, my favorite number six
cause the seal team? (nah)

tell puff i’m a badboy
kids going in ’till
his d-ck touch the adenoid
so i set my goals
about as high as your rap voice
tryna’ start a brawl with black tie
is a bad choice

holy f-cking sh-t, holy sh-t
are you hearing this?
i be on that new
sk!lled mixed with fearlessness
reppin’ for my crew
this my fast check my furious
can i rap like you?
please dude, are you serious?
i’d rather be an earringless
nerdy non-lyricist

but f-ck the hypothetical
smoking on some medical
get in the mail
i’ll never go to jail
gotta’ couple p-ssports
and collateral for bail

(ugh)

hustlin’ since a kid
flipped my adderall’s for sale
never paid attention
and still i never failed
pull the story out my -ss
got you listening to the tale
drop my bucket in the well
and catch wishes in my pail

you’ll never be like me
you pale in comparison
all your lyrics stale
like for real it’s embarr-ssin’

tell me how you love it
i’d really like to hear it
homie, you can’t call it swag
if you copped it all on clearance

(what?)

you think you rhyme better punk?
try and write some better ones
you’ll never do it, never once
i just smoked eleven blunts
run along, tell your dad
im the man he never was
call me a heavy hitter
cause my lines pack a better punch

see i had this kid
who tried his luck with dissen’ me
run of his mouth, sayin’ i was history
didn’t even sweat it
i spit some sh-t, he p-ssed his sheets
laid there in his p-ss, slit his wrists
and died in disbelief

(the airplane effect though)

- small boss

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