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letra de man what?! - tayed smit

[verse 1: tayed smit]
they say i’m next up, they say my raps should be illegal
i’m up and coming already cherished like a bald eagle
i ain’t a p-ssy, i’m not tryna’ get famous off features
rhymes in a pot, let it cook, blast!, guns, deagles

i’m in my zone, but don’t call me smiley, b-tch i’m not smilin’
i walk around with bling, but ain’t no chains, ain’t got no diamonds
i cross you up, f-ck it up, but i ain’t even tryin’
chase sheps on the mic, ain’t got nothin’ to lose, rhymin’ and climbin’
a flow untouchable, three year hiatus, now i’m back on track
you a p-ssy, i wouldn’t say that sh-t, if you stopped talkin’ smack
just released a couple days ago, new fire heat, that’s back to back
my rhymes are menacing, like i’m a super gremlin, kodak black

my boys gon’ make it out our city, get us out the trenches
our people work hard, just to get by with hands and wrenches
my boys gon’ grind, everyday, we gon’ hop over fences
and then we come back to our city, and pay yall’s expenses

almost caught a case, then we got back to it
only five seconds on the clock, so we got straight to it
my homie sata pop his sh-t, got talent so he use it
we got the ball in our possession and we ain’t gon’ lose it

[verse 2: lil sata]
some people b-tches, some people p-ssy, and i’ll say that sh-t right to their face
i ain’t no gangster, ain’t no tay-k tryna’ do the f-ckin’ race
before school ended, we made a track so hard almost made us catch a case
all jokes and games till ya’ get punched in ya’ mothaf-ckin’ face

for, talkin’ sh-t
why you b-tches thinkin’ that you always it?
beat goes f-cking crazy, like “gët busy,” bells go hard as sh-t
some of you b-tches hoes, and you be suckin’ on a hunnid’ d-cks
when you b-tches jealous of me and chase, it’s the funniest f-ckin’ sh-t, ever
some you b-tches need to get it together
can’t support yo’ endeavors, when all you do is crack under pressure
you b-tches need to understand, that this music’s our treausre
no matter the weather, we gon’ flourish, wherever, forever

and you b-tches need to understand, that no matter the measure
we gon’ be the successors, while we stackin’ all of this cheddar
i’m teachin’ you b-tches, like i was a, f-ckin’ professor
out of all the people in this school, man we are the trendsetters

man what?!

- tayed smit

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