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letra de rhymes on fleek - tg ibro

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yo madeas you better spin that sh-t
aight you ready?
let’s go!
tg ibro!!

sipping on that drank, i be rolling through the streets
got my rhymes on fleek, never ever miss a beat
from the club to the block, i ain’t gonna back down
claiming my throne, i’ll be king of this town

ridin’ dirty with my crews, makin’ moves breaking rules
flexing on these haters, i got nothing to prove
no games, errbody f-ckin know i stay lit
in the club, on the street, that’s how i do it

rhymes on fleek, yeah, i spit that fire
ain’t playing games, f-cking call me the sire
level up, stack that cash, i take it higher
no time for fakе sh-t, real ones inspire

built for speed, adrеnaline in my veins
in my zone, only getting some gains
no enemies, cause
riding wild, no time for fuss
speeding through the streets, eat my f-ckin dust
no stopping for sh-t, i’m in position
get papers, stack it up, all in my vision
flow so freak, make you gonna read the bible
push it fast passing through like i’m a tidal

i’m a champion, i ain’t never ever gonna quit
got the fire inside, don’t f-ck with my sh-t
ambition runs deep, through my blood
hustling’ for greatness, never being so smug

pop bottles, pour it up, like i’m living lavish
they jealous of my f-ckin sh-t, call me savage
they call me insane, i’m on a f-cking different plane
checking on my cl!ck better remember my name

rhymes on fleek, yeah, i spit that fire
ain’t playing games, f-cking call me the sire
level up, stack that cash, i take it higher
no time for fake sh-t, real ones inspire

built for speed, adrenaline in my veins
in my zone, only getting some gains
no enemies, cause
riding wild, no time for fuss
speeding through the streets, eat my f-ckin dust
look at these people clowning
i came and stomped them crying
no sk!lls no wills no hope no blessing
y’all better not awake in the morning

why are you mad, son? looks like you can’t do nothing
i got sk!lls and you acting like you got so’em or something

why are you fronting son? talk on ma back and b-tching
while i come to front
then y’all shut down your mouth
and f-cking hiding

yo let’s get real now cause everybody’s on the rally
you are so old but why are you
still f-ck at this level really

you’re just a sitting duck waiting to be k!lled
for my late supper yea man that’s the real deal
i’ma bonafide hustler straight real fighter
you’re only just a b-tch waiting to suck somebody’s whang—!(don’t test me!)

rhymes on fleek, yeah, i spit that fire
ain’t playing games, f-cking call me the sire
level up, stack that cash, i take it higher
no time for fake sh-t, real ones inspire
built for speed, adrenaline in my veins
in my zone, only getting some gains
no enemies, cause
riding wild, no time for fuss
speeding through the streets, eat my f-ckin dust

built for speed, adrenaline in my veins
in my zone, only getting some gains
no enemies, cause
riding wild, no time for fuss
speeding through the streets, eat my f-ckin dust

b-tch!!

rhymes on fleek, yeah, i spit that fire
ain’t playing games, f-cking call me the sire
level up, stack that cash, i take it higher
no time for fake sh-t, real ones inspire)

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