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letra de hi lil wayne... - token

[verse 1]
excuse my charisma
devils, angels, i get mixed up
i got bad juju around me like we skipped our kids bat mitzvah
i got rappers tapping out, avoid the tap, just like the brita
if my album flop, i know rappers to diss i got a list of
please make my album flop, i’m tryna diss rappers for profit
i was sick, fat, and obnoxious
melted kitkats in my pocket
12 years old i lost the weight, i was a gym rat like the rock is
except i taught myself to lift, and now i lift rappers to goddess
and of course, god is a woman
we forged a bond when i tore her box with a horse c-ck like a p-rn vlog
kept the door locked till i couldn’t
beat drop (push it)
they tell me that i’m forcing it
if they can do what i could do, i promise they’d do more of it
f-ck being some normal sh-t
f-ck you and your normy sh-t
country beats, i body ’em
pop beats, i body ’em
dance beats, i body
i fit a body where i shouldn’t — i’m a contortionist
i’m always on tour my booking agent’s an extortionist
swallowed so many different families kids, her mouth’s orphanage
i need visitation rights to touch her face ’cause that’s where i left most my kids
[verse 2]
bar for bar i’m the best in the biz
my cigar got sparked from the second i spit
’cause i’m charizard when the phlegm is lit
and i park my car by the edge of the crib
with my assistant and a receptionist
i’m religious and my spirit big
i’m egyptian ’cause my peer are mid
i’m olympic ’cause i’m here to win
i’m a gymnast ’cause i flipped my profit
i’m s-d-stic ’cause the devil’s in the details, and i get my car detailed often (ble-ble-ble!)
i’m always crashing that sh-t
used to hit the laundromat to ask men
to buy the crew a bottle, rack, and pack of cigs
i don’t like to tit for tat
but she got tatted ’cause i put an autograph on that tit
i would call her drama queen, but she is not a queen
she’s just a drama having ass b-tch (you know?)
drama having ass wh0re (wh0re)
liquor telling me i need it, i should put a polygraph on that drawer (drawer)
vodka handles, i might toss them back and ask for more
i be ripping handles like a f-cking shopping bag from market basket
boston hat, so i’m a trashy bad sport
gotta wipe the dust off the dash board (board)
scuffs on the black 4s (4s)
us? we the task force (force)
drunks on a crash course
had to get the girl a ride ’cause she got sloppy, she ended up f-cking up my uber score
all i rap about is family trauma, i be at the funeral like kid up in a candy store
[verse 3]
with a lollipop
i’m the second hand cause i move fast, but i’m on the clock
give away my seed like the apple core when the apple rot
when i’m back on tour, i’m at the travel lodge
and if rap a sport, i’m never at a loss
who that at the door?
like fantastic four, i made her body rock
fantastic four, i made her body rock
made her bedrock like young money
baby said she got a gut feeling
it’s just my big wiener in your little tummy
circumcision was the last time i let a man cut me, i don’t get cut off
i’m with older women, i’m like menopause
call me pela-tok, i’m her peloton, call me

[verse 4]
pela-tok, i’m her peloton
same girl who keep her eggs for me is the same girl who wanna egg me on
life is so ironic, every time i’m going off then the pressure on
had to cut girl off, give the girl a final cut, get your edit on
green on me, leprechaun
never had a stepmom
but i put my mom inside a house with four levels
so i brought a lot of steps for mom
they still comparing me to the guy with his sweaty palm
but i don’t no palm sweat
i got no class like a bomb threat
label want short form content
i got short temper, am i close enough?
i’m a bad jew, i’m not the kosher one
can you pass over me a loaded—
put your hands up like the shoulder shrug
not a school shooter, i just dress like one
not a violent guy, i’m just next to one
didn’t pray for talent, i’m just blessed with one
did a lot of sins, i’m confessing one
came from the bottom with my bro
like i’m low key having s-x with ’em
never too different the label
stacking my money like i’m playing footsie, it’s usually under the table (table)
she doing blow, i put my kids on her nose, they doing snow angles (angles)
you say you’re raw, but token the rawest
come hang with the rawest like rachel (rrr!)
how did i go from between somewhere to pink is better and now i’m somewhere better?
still at my house, i’m recording in logic
but i’m the last one to be under pressure
i’m only 26, i’ll have a kid when i’m 40
until then, my fans, it’s me and you
who the f-ck is sleep token? it’s just what mom tell me to do
i don’t be lying in any my records, i’d probably be bigger if i were to edit myself
but f-ck it, i’m from f-cking massa f-cking chussets, suck my d-ck, i might just loosen my belt
they wonder why i pick friday the 13th to drop, it’s bad luck
exactly, i had to show ’em i’m never relying on luck to get back up (ble-ble!)
i don’t make music for people who try hard to fit in, b-tch never too different is me
and i know i’m not supposed to be here
f-ck it, we drop in a week

- token

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