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letra de oh shit!!! - sonreal & prof

[verse 1: sonreal]
oh sh-t
wouldn’t let me in so i’m kicking doors
never saw me coming, i been running on my tippy toes (woah)
if the shoe fits, i’m copping those, but just know i’m fitting more
from the lobby, i been placing bets, so i’m taking steps to a different floor
got no chill like my alarm broke and won’t stop beeping
head banging like i’m b-tt-head and my boy beavis (yeah)
got my fam, then i got my peace
if i like the beat, then i got that heat
tried to keep the door locked on me
but boom-biddy-boom, no stopping me like

[chorus: sonreal & prof]
oh sh-t
this that, this that, this that, this that big bop (yeah, man)
no six flags, this a big drop (wee)
swerving while they sitting in a grid lock (running)
no slow poke, i’m the big hoss
oh sh-t
firе, fire, fire, call me flamе boy (shee)
they say i’m the man, i’m the same boy
oh sh-t
this that, this that, this that, this that big bop (shee)
no six flags, this a big drop (uh, yeah)
[verse 2: prof]
oh sh-t
he got me on this b-tch, got heat on this b-tch
horse put a opp in the grave, now i’m ’bout to pee on that b-tch
looking in front of the mirror like i’m about to put some meat on this b-tch
city ’bout to give a g*nius a key to this b-tch
i’m the drug they fiending over
got em fiending, leaning over
got em tweaking even sober
oh my god, it’s drugs, buddy
play this sh-t in pubs, buddy
breaking bread, it’s time for supper
got ’em ducking, taking cover
while i’m over eighty summers
billion summers, godd-mn it, dummy
like i’m ’bout to rob a bank, gotta hand it to me
i ain’t doing nothing but shooting some free throws though
easy like the beat go ho
now i’m done, oh sh-t

[chorus: sonreal]
oh sh-t
this that, this that, this that, this that big bop (yeah, man)
no six flags, this a big drop (wee)
swerving while they sitting in a grid lock (running)
no slow poke, i’m the big hoss
oh sh-t
fire, fire, fire, call me flame boy (shee)
they say i’m the man, i’m the same boy
oh sh-t
this that, this that, this that, this that big bop (shee)
no six flags, this a big drop
[verse 3: sonreal]
2020, no glaucoma, don’t cut corners, i’m driving slow
stack it up like dominos, i fl!ck a finger, then watch ’em go
scratch and win, no pot of gold, playing long ball and i got a goal
like i bumped into my ex in the grocery store, i gotta go
lately i been taking off with no propeller
this come together like influencers at coach-lla
made enough money, but still act like a broke fella
’cause silk sheets haven’t ever made no go-getter (no, no)
my pops speaking when i’m operating
’cause he watching me like a cop from heaven
making sure i’m doing things different
so i can live longer than fifty-seven
my grandma dressed in gold and leather
how you think i’m putting all this here together?
i’m a family man doing family business
my fans holding me down forever like

- sonreal prof

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