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letra de woah - tdb

i’m higher than wiz khalifa’s barrier reefa on top of burj khalifa, call me mia
i sprint like a cheetah, cash my visa cause i’m travelling from indonesia
trust the process and tell me the reason i’m chilling with all the universe like steven
general anesthesia is what your dealing with, tower of pisa, you’re next
woah. woah. listen to the beat, call me pro
woah. woah. call me strong cause i flex, and i flow
woah. woah. no games, either friend or a foe
call me head cause i’m down on the low, woah. woah
look at this, it’s me, in my prime, spitting dem insane and vigorous rhymes
never knew going out is a crime, stuff quarterbacks, give me back my dimes
in the shops, i don’t deal with no line, i drill, and i trap, no grime
shawty gonna hear the bells go chime, better mime, it’s time, be covered in slime
i’m from a black community, where half the people don’t believe in opportunity
i’m equal to, or greater than, every single one of them
they want to get like me, but i go the opened end
and they got the closed one, so doors open on me and doors close on them
it’s the reality trend, when we meet in the future, they’ll say i’m a friend, god bless
you don’t know it, but you still talk it
you need to grow up, cause you get old quick
you always assume you know, so you never ask
even if you show up first, you still finish last
who cares about walled in spit dimensions
to fit in, i gotta show fitteds, be slow witted
balling for attention, hauling and i’m renting
just so i can have pros calling for my benching
lyrics corona g-y, they hold a way to blow bigger than fat man
and little boy, it’ll toil with minds, men figure attack plans, triggers from black vans
but i repel them, without tweaking or condemning, cause like christ i heal the blind
but like satan, i peel minds, steal shine, wield rhymes like a sword but you just steal mine
woah. woah. listen to the beat, call me pro
woah. woah. call me strong cause i flex, and i flow
woah. woah. no games, either friend or a foe
call me head cause i’m down on the low, woah. woah
in the dark ages, goal to mark pages, that my heart wages
but with no ears to hear, its art wasted, i still hark rage this, early stages
it’s not how i call it a trait, so all i do is boom and bass
doom on your fate cause all you speak is hate, it ain’t good to be great
let’s get this straight and just stick with your mate
woah. woah. listen to the beat, call me pro
woah. woah. call me strong cause i flex, and i flow
woah. woah. no games, either friend or a foe
call me head cause i’m down on the low, woah. woah

- tdb

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