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letra de casper - triple777

[verse 1: triple777]
it was all arrogance in hindsight, that’s the narrative of my life
f-ck it though, i be on mine, break bread but drink all the wine
we can do it all on my time, unapologetically decline
anything i find asinine, it’s me b-tch, i feel divine
f-ck conventional thought, b-tches become conventional thots
after the sh-t society taught, then blame it on those who not
after epstein’s fake suicide, people still believe in the lies
c’mon now, read between thе lines, if you really woke you caught ‘еm dead to rights
goin’ ghost, no one f-ckin with me, that’s how it goes when you outgrow yo’ city
just me with a couple fifties on that champagne, just to feel pretty
they say “t7 actin real silly,”, i don’t owe you sh-t, b-tch, really?
i stood loyal, you left quickly, bet you’d come back if i made a mili’
like d-mn, (that’s life) i zoom past, no break lights
thank god, no stage fright, i be h-lla raw on the west side, yeah
live rent-free in every mind, i don’t really give a sh-t so never mind
[verse 2: yung flex]
if they sleeping, i’ma make ’em wake up
quit the b-tching n-gga, get your pape’ up
i ain’t stopping ’til me and my gang up
and it’s f-ck everyone showing fake love
like, f-ck all the clout
just tryna show these n-ggas what i’m about
tell ’em to separate me from the crowd
what i’m spitting is real, no, i don’t gotta shout
sh-t could go south if you running your mouth
quit the twitter talking, internet complaining
if the blind lead the blind, there ain’t no debating
i could give a f-ck about what you be saying
f-ck the system, it’s getting dismantled
you won’t do sh-t if you don’t take a gamble
everyone lost, i’ma lead by example
while you just worried ’bout who next to be canceled
oh my god, that’s enough of that though, i’ma flex, it’s in the name
i ain’t worried ’bout fame b-tch, i’m worried ’bout checks
and no, this ain’t rap, b-tch, i’m spitting game
you could get your ass packed, i ain’t one to retract
n-gga, you could cracked ’cause i bring the pain
better check all the facts, b-tch, i’m moving too tact’
i could get a few racks and be still the same
and that’s real sh-t, i know you motherf-ckers feel this
all these rappers suck, i hit the k!ll-switch
f-ck the acting tough, i’m spitting real b-tch
i won’t stop until i get a mil’ b-tch
and that’s real sh-t, i hope you motherf-ckers feel this
i know you motherf-ckers feel this, like

- triple777

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