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letra de hype syndrome money cash flow - the one who knocks

[intro: the one who knocks]
808 mafia
we the best music
oh lord, jetson made another one
mike will made-it
metro boomin want some more, nibba
tay keith, frick these nibbas up
d.a. got that dope
wake up filthy
another one
southside (southside)
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you
they ain’t believe in us
yo pierre you wanna come out here?
god did (god did)
[???] on the track
[verse 1: chua]
this my melody
so come out and see
some new rookie
who’s tryna be like his boy hoodie
some kid from the canadas (eh)
not drake or even kanye
he’s dripped in off-white, skrrting down the half pipe
i’m a realist, not a theorist, a dude with some perseverance
there’s no waitin’ or hatin’ he bouta kick off this new thing
i’m a shoota, a no-gooda
gonna get these rhymes right through ya
the name’s chua
a contract k!ller, with lines smarter than twitter

[verse 2: bradsturs]
aye, look, you’ll call me hitman when i’m through (shank)
i murder this beat then i disappear, you will not have a clue (what?)
i’m out here stunting on crowds, up in the clouds, stuck to the bands like glue (21)
your syndrome is down, gimme that crown, winning is all i do, yuh
racks on deck, packs on deck
run up on me i got straps on deck
nine to five you working for that cheque, but for me it is quick like a studio trek
i’m in the booth you know i’m spitting heat (grah)
when it comes to flow you know i got you beat (grah, grah)
yea we in a lambo speeding down the street (grah, grah)
yea i k!lled this verse don’t need no battle fleet
[verse 3: kiltha juice]
bank is open, racks are free
strap on my waist that’s all you see
n0body even looking at me, or i’ll pop them without a frown, you see
ice on the wrist, gold on the neck
baddie in the caddie, and your girl’s next
up and down, all night long
come with me, and we’ll sing a song
a, b, c, d, that’s what your girl gets
every night, from yours truly so how bout some respect?
coke on my lip, my mind on meth, real good sh-t
every day, all night long, cause that’s just how it is

[verse 4: taggerone]
what’s popping guys, welcome back
back to this taggerone youtube track
let’s get right into the news
’bout my latest youtube views
a vid of biden, falling of his bike
video blew up like the spike
followed that ice cream like a chase
it’s joe biden’s impossible ace
(h-llo)
sad without the world trade center
i’m fleeing the crime, impostor venter
guess what guys, it wasn’t me
at least not that the crew can see
oh my lord, what could be worse
the sound of my voice or this raps best verse?
thanks for listening it’s been fun
now go and subscribe to taggerone
[verse 5: yungmuniap]
i just be countin’ the cash (yeah)
400 miles on the dash (skrrt)
yo girl be textin’ she blowin’ my phone man i guess she just want me to crash (crash)
why these girls fiending and fighting? its starting to look like a royale no clash (clash)
me and the gang pullin’ up in a van with bad aim, potato no mash (‘tato)
you, be running away like you scooby
doo, not even know who you are (on god)
fast like a shuriken no ninja star (on god)
hidden leaf village my destiny far (yeah)
haters on my wood no senju (what?)
you a snake like orochimaru (what?)
in the shadows, shikamaru
(yeah, yeah, yeah) with the dawgs, no akamaru

- the one who knocks

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