letra de rio de janeiro - the san pittas
[verse 1: valeriey]
uh, yeah, harvest fest like demeter
pockets built like two seaters
call me prince like vegeta
i mean prince like the diva
i been the leader
don’t need your feature, my crew done co-signed it
seems like a bruised me some egos, go find em
n-ggas with a mask tried to be my co-pilot, steered off and crashed so i built my own island
uh, uh, uh crash out vv
the queen, that croak
y’all n-ggas see me the sheen that glow
yall wanna be me but still got jokes
disc 3 on repeat my kinfolk know
[chorus: valeriey]
n-ggas knew me like yesterday
brush me off like a wave check
n-ggas know they got debt to pay
‘fore they ask for a pay cut
now i see green on my body
face on these n-ggas
don’t feel like n0body
i t-up, don’t see me
what we have in common
don’t speak on a n-gga
don’t be with n0body
[verse 2: conradtokyo]
you gon’ see who keeps it real in this
b-tch, i’m being honest, while y’all lie in
graves, say my d-mn name
conietokieradboy finna change the game
n-gga can you stand the rain, can you face change
like a broke n-gga at a strip club
throwing quarters at a b-tch
n-ggas drop too quick and they end up dropping sh-t
dogwalking n-ggas, straight shot blocking n-ggas
b-tches c-ckblocking n-ggas yet i ain’t giving no f-cks bout this sh-t, or bout yo clique
eat a f-cking d-ck, n-gga l!ck a f-cking gooch
out with my dawgs like we turner and hooch
turn that b-tch over, gon’ slide in that cooch
smoke a big boof after post nut clarity
i dont think none of these n-ggas is hearing me
f-ck everybody, had to say that sh-t clearly
[verse 3: bear haley]
god spread wing like rio de janeiro
brother gotta get bread like dinero
when i get that imma motherf-ckin’ stunt
got no filter i can do what i want
say what i want
hol’ up what the f-ck
doing nothing all day got you motherf-ckin’ stuck
don’t go to the club n-gga
that is not me
i’m a big fish n-gga call that pisces
yeah, i run it, run it, run it, to the stu
all yall boys just ran ran ru
doing stupid sh-t that i don’t like
got me stressed finna ride me a bike
dumb ass sh-t getting made
n-ggas got no talent getting fame
wonder why you ain’t got a name
bum ass n-gga feel ashamed
b-tch, yeah
[outro: davis green]
the harvest fest died on fent
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