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letra de bombastic - triple777

[verse 1: triple777]
huh, i got f-cked over (yeah), but i’m not tripping (nah)
i don’t feel kosher (yeah), still i’m not trippin’ (ha)
i take me boutta a week to make a track i’m nitpicking (word)
room a mess again, can’t focus, but the beat kicking (word)
completely missing (yeah), every bar i’ve spittin’ (yeah)
every bar i’ve written (yeah), completely f-cking slipping (yeah)
they just wanna hear distorted 808s clipping (woah)
f-ck that, oh wait, i guess i’m f-cking trippin’ (oh)
i know you only in it for the band wagon (oh), that’s why you rapping
why you capping? why your pants sagging? (yeah)
i’m on demon time, and i don’t even speak latin (nah)
woke up to sausage and waffles, i built a log cabin (huh)
tryna live positive, f-ck your satisfaction (huh)
i gotta differеnt prerogative, i’ma make it happеn (huh)
i’m living real life, you living in a state of madness
could never take time back, so take it in fashion
[chorus: triple777]
you would never see me lacking, never slacking
f-ck you, i never put my eggs in one basket (f-ck)
we gon’ get it cracking, i crack ’em, quit asking
bombastic, how i hit ’em with a classic
rap game maverick, how i hate all the acting scholastic
how these rappers taking my classes? they ain’t passing
fantastic, fumbling to the bag, b-tch
i’m taking that sh-t, and i’ll leave your ass gasping

[verse 2: soul noodles]
i need the full effect, i came to pull your rep
96 air max, and i’m quick steppin’
tool in my briefs, that i call it sick weapon
i was born in 02, stunner man, stunner big steppers
i was-i was, living off the clock with a night shift
graveyard paycheck, hit me like night stick
sleepless nights every mornin’, i don’t like this
vertically treadin’ horizons, avoidin’ stiflers
you, yo, it’s not a problem
a body caught up in sheets, and i had to wash ’em
86 steve jobs, i was macintoshin’
keep it in my garage, i’m like undercover, aw sh-t
aw sh-t, just like it go down
i keep supreme with the ross like i’m in motown
now you could pray to the sky, i call that godsend (godsend)
gassy 87, the premium had me coughing
[chorus: triple777]
you would never see me lacking, never slacking
f-ck you, i never put my eggs in one basket (f-ck)
we gon’ get it cracking, i crack ’em, quit asking
bombastic, how i hit ’em with a classic
rap game maverick, how i hate all the acting scholastic
how these rappers taking my classes? they ain’t passing
fantastic, fumbling to the bag, b-tch
i’m taking that sh-t, and i’ll leave your ass gasping

- triple777

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