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letra de good-luck-little-water's release show - wat3rl4va

[intro]
3, 2, 1
going up the stairs, if my rhyme dosent go up they take out a tear
man i saw sum dumbass coming up to me with some fear
if he ain’t coming back to me, he will hear from me
bet they want the stress, best to make no mess
or else, my ass get kick, kick

[verse 1]
eyes on me, would get prize on me, ain’t no lies on me
size on rhymes, rise on me, if i ain’t alive, they cry on me
he wish i dies, get your ass to the skiеs, go with them guys
problems, life, thoughts, ain’t finе with me
who they against with? who they diss with?
who they want to p-ss in? they will get my ass a kiss
oops, they want me, oops, they want to k!ll me
well, i won’t will dissmiss them
well, i won’t get dissed in
well, i won’t get a sin in (got ’em water?)
yeah, my homie
i got they ass dead
money, i dont need
your lyrics? i dont read
i got rhyme trees, ive got so many seeds
they get no food to feed, yes indeed, yes indeed
[chorus: wat3rl4va]
every, second, day or week though
k!lling, shootin’ hittin, a lot though
money, power, every thing i dont need though
feelings, living, everything we think though

[break]
no, i’m not gonna do his verse
f-ck it, next song

[verse 2]
who cares who you with, you scared
i came in this game and you act like you didn’t cared
im a f-ckin’ lion came to attack all of you, you unprepared
he dared to get on my fame so i came with bullets
be ready

[break]
next song, this was also trash

[verse 3]
sleep all on my own bed
sleep longer, my friends though i dead
cook some food, come in and to my dogs i feed
i came saying sh-t, but i still dont rap bout getting head
take a little look, would you like this instead?
specific way, i dont take other ways
i went away from it, i miss the other days
i was talking to god, he told me to praise
angelic versus devils, lost in a maze
i’m lost in a sea, i feel like a fish
started just today, still on level one, going to last level, i wish
came on my days, i stil dont f-ck with this
i was younger, sometimes the days i won’t miss
got my sh-t harder, than me and her get a kiss
i came in, not rapping bout sh-t
and my sh-t harder than you and your b-tch
i came in, not rapping bout being rich
i’m talkin bout how many hearts i dont switch
i’m gone
[break]

[verse 4]
oh he think he hard, come and open that coffin
he think that didn’t happend, he ignoring and walkin’
come out in the game, with a mask, i ain’t coughin
he think he good, his ass get tossing
he think he good, his words haven’t even spoke
you can’t go to the top, b-tch, the ladder broke
i can make his b-tch burn quick, but die slow
i can make her boyfriend dont know, while his ass will get throw

[verse 5]
been a bad boy since 1999
hoe, that time i wasn’t even alive
so how do you say you know me, ho, ho?
who told you that you dope, ho, ho?
you dont know my sh-t, so how you say no?
hoe, its that boy water, how you can say i’m less?
how you know i’m from bad to my goodness?
f-ck your family, f-ck your family, they all on my stress
beat down people, i’m better than chris brown
b-tch, give me my crown
he said he would k!ll me?
he look mad, he lookin’ funny
huh-huh
b-tch
[break]
this- this next song is my favorite
3, 2, 1

[verse 6]
so, this is what you play when your life suck
demons, satan, something i dont give a f-ck
my friend was in my room, i still wish he got stuck
but now i wanna f-ckin’ roll over him with a truck
the only ones i love is my family and friends, none of you other f-ckers
i got a f-ckin’ life, and i dont need others
i came here not talkin’ gucci, i came here like some runners
i am the lord of you p-ssies, yall are some suckers
someone called me a demon, i’m a f-ckin’ god
my ears are big, i got a f-ckin war of dogs
i’m f-ckin’ growing up, dont tell me any “cause”
i’m in the moon, but f-ck stars
i’m hyped, but sad as f-ck
so sad that you could get my d-ck sucked (stop)
my friends are f-ckin’ bothering, feeling i’m gonna corrupt
if you snitch to me, dont interrupt (shut the f-ck up)
i dont smoke, f-ck thugs
i rather do music instead of doing drugs
say she wanna kiss, i just give hugs
i sting like a bee, but i dont f-ck with bugs
you dont know how i go you dont know sh-t
stop talking before you get hit
just stay quiet for a bit
and tell your friends ass to stop being lit
this sh-t happends everyday, sh-t
i used to do that (sh-t)
stop with chat, do the math with yo stupid ass
i still peace, while yall smell like p-ss
get out my d-ck, or get out my sh-t
if i had a girl, it would be my wife (its a shame though)
but if they could take away my life
i’m gonna-

[break]
ok die, just die, next one

[verse 7]
f-ck a future, i’m back in the past
i’m not slow or fast, i get a boost or a blast
i’m the investigator, your the unlucky one
you ain’t no funny one, your the clowny one
on my way up, but my ladder dont broke
your dream clout chaser? in your dream you get woke
see you later, outta here with a skater
i’m catching rhymes, i got my shines
i’m a dream chaser, you can’t even face her
big dreams, you ain’t gon stop it
what the h-ll, nightmares ain’t gon drop it
f-ck it, i might take a little quit
making more songs, you ain’t gon stop sh-t
like i’m a f-ckin’ teacher, i tell you to sit
you can’t k!ll me, i throw you in a pit
after that sh-t, you know you gettin’ hit

[break]
skip the interludes, go to the next freestyle
but wait-wait-wait
ah nevermind, just go

[verse 8]
i just realize, i keep on my levels
my life ain’t triple six, ain’t calling the devil
till 2021, i be on new levels
ill explain my words, i keep on my words careful
i dont smoke, i dont drink liquor
knowing that these rappers do they rhymes, while i’m doing quicker
now people think they bigger
pinocchio, my words are like a gun, cl!cker
but which rap i’m using, so they think i’m a misser
i dont f-ck b-tches, b-tch, you think i’m crazy?
young boy, right boy? you just rhyme lazy
i could defeat every rapper right now
and tell them, “your fame is right down”
sleep, pick one of the rappers
me, them, or others?
oh no, you think they are snappers?
oh sh-t, you think they are no crackers?
k!llin’ all these rappers, i dont cheat, i’m no hackers, b-tch
die, die, die, die, die, die, i rap it, ain’t trappin
half of these people say sh-t, they dont make hits
when g*nius, i quit
and you see, in yall i spit
i came in speakin some facts
its more hard when they came in and say my album trash
when they come in and say “your rhymes are faster than flash”
they the ones, they stab your back when you see you slash
they the ones who start bringin’ a raid into your comments to get a revenge
when i came in the game, they get ass kicked, and also offend
people turn into lyrical to some clowns
while i’m here still trying to get a crown
b-tch, you ain’t the god, b-tch, i am the chief
b-tch, i ain’t no keef, b-tch, you get deceased
b-tch, you ain’t control, b-tch, you get dissed
b-tch, you better think before you do
b-tch, i didn’t came back to you
b-tch, you think you gotta do what you gotta do
just got some fire, boutta burn your ho
to make them people scream my lyrics
meanwhile, people askin’
“where you at? doing albums still?”
“where you at? you busy still?”
“where you at?” if i had a show, you would be a ho
so when you come see my lyrics, you think i’m low
wild boy, cl!ck your page
all i see is “this profile private”
with a pinned comment saying “i quit, im cryin”
while i’m here i still seeing twb saying its good, but they lyin’
in other words, all you rappers, your rhyme stank
when you came right to your house, at night, i’m no frank
but when i do these rhymes, your mind get blank
ho, you think you better than cole, better than dot?
f-ck your tweets, you ain’t better than biggie and pac
r.i.p, this ain’t my aidyn, ferb and harssn type of rap
the game, let it die, i’m here to take a nap
you can’t do it? well wearing that cap
cuz i will k!ll every body, everybody
you can’t see, you can’t even blink right
shoutout, ydg, m4xx and xain
hi, water is my name, bye

[verse 9]
when it comes my turn, i’m bringin it
my life, i’m thinkin’ it
my p-ss, i’m the god, so go start drinkin’ it
when it comes they turn, they go ahead and toxic
me against the world, they losting time, tick tick
i’m einstein, come and get your ass some math
i’m the god, so i came and walk in the path
as i rhyme, i may be sound like a-s-a-p
lock all my bars in a gate, like it supposed to be
none is sick as me, i have my chances so you dont need me
it is ironic how i can’t live to be, but i can die to be?
i can be in your funeral some day, you ain’t gonna see
might as well, i cut my hair off and wear a hat, you lil’ b
remember, and remember
matter in fact, i wasn’t born in november
i wasn’t born in december or september
trynna get on us, you ain’t a member
put you in h-ll, like some nether
dare me to live? thats hard and almost impossible
the cross against me should be not even crossable
i have my own sword, they own swords are not usefull
i got my own energy, until i get it full
my only enemies, are my only ignorance
but my friends and family they dont have differences
i was in my class, class full of ignorants
and my horses came here to run you over
if you smoke cigarets

[verse 10]
(3 2 1)
this sh-t is what everyone get jealous of me
i’m not a f-ckin’ book, dont read to be (f-ck)
murders, my sh-t is blood, you can f-ckin’ see
young enough, in class, you can see i get a e
satan thinks i’m evil, i hate being nice in civil
i’m the sh-t, everyone knows like people
i’m the sh-t, so you know its legal
yall rap bout f-ckin’ b-tches and getting head
meanwhile i’m rapping bout life, you know what i said
i’m not a duck duck, you the dead goose
i dont do beats, i dont produce
while i’m here talkin’ bout k!llin’ people, no abuse
i got my drink, but i hate orange juice
i got too people to k!ll, i ain’t gotta choose
i dont smoke weed, i spoke sh-t
i dont rap sh-t, you get hits
deaf boy, deaf boy, i always been a messboy
if you f-ck b-tches, i should call you a head boy
call me the creature, i f-ck up the times and the clock
i’m hard, call me a rock, or go ahead and suck a c-ck
b-tch, i’m water the creature
i call out many features
explaining, but dont call me a teacher
shut your f-ckin’ mouth, turn down your f-ckin’ speakers
i’m not a f-ckin’ therapist
i punch people so hard, i think it hurt my fist
came in the game with a f-ckin’ pist
came in the game not f-ckin’ with sis
lets calm down a bit
take a little f-ckin’ sit
so i dont know why you trynna suck our d-ck?
i came in my world, i think i’m gonna fit
i came in the game, suicide they commit
do my moves, and in yall i spit
i was asking for some help, now they on my pit
little cat, little cat
no tyler, i’m no tron cat
b-tch, you unlucky, haha boy, i’m the black cat
little sh-t, i’m at your neck
send you straight to heck
shut em down, knife to they head, take a little check
oopsie, b-tch, i think i’m the sh-t
i came in the game, so yall get off my d-ck
little sh-t, little b-tch
i dont need to be rich
i ain’t got hearts, so i dont need to switch
little boy, odd sh-t, i ain’t no wh0re
game of saw, we got torture and more
sir, i think i’m the king
this is a event, so the food you bring
meanwhile i’m bringing the knifes for the thing
i said “f-ck smoke” i ain’t got cigarets
bl–dy sh-t, bad sh-t, i think i’m better than my feats
i’m here to spit them bars, no freestyle
i bet i came to make them mad, not them smile
for me to make some sh-t, it took awhile
i’m better than rihanna
my fire is orange like fanta
i gave them a fake gift, i’m the fake santa
i came back to school callin’ you a f-g
i came sayin’ “yo” i ain’t got no money bag
i’m better than life, i’m better than my own flag
shut up, shut down, where is my f-ckin’ crown?
boy boy, you 6ix9ine, you a clown
i was around, i was trying to know when i’m grown
catch me, catch me in my house roof
you can see, you can see, i gave you a proof
i can make your b-tch dissappear like poof
i’m so f-ckin’ tired, oh god, oof
i’m a little boy, you know, i’m on sight
i’m better than nicki, you know i’m right
i’m better than yall, like they cancelled your flight
so when you see me around the world
come ahead me, and come to a fight

[interlude]
my next favorite song, ready?

[verse 11]
imma grab the gun (no!)
you know that is fun
i’mma make this sh-t hop and jump, like a motherf-ckin’ bun
i’m not even a human, half shaped demon-angel
with a hated soul finger, with my other finger with rageful
my legs feel weak, or i should call it weakful
this ain’t no good sh-t, this is way cryful
i’m the number one
you the number two
you know my f-ckin’ life, never been new to you
you know i’m the one, i got life but never warn you
one, grab my gun (calm the f-ck down!)
two, you’d be done
three, first of all, you ain’t gonna call your phone
but wait, it gets worse!
my code is my morse
i’mma run you over, you know my f-ckin’ horse
(we need a security here) no! f-ckin’ sh-t!
i ain’t got it, but i should get it
i told them to f-ckin’ sit, now get out my f-ckin’ sh-t, but wait
all my disasters became into dreams
and these dreams that i mean
was supposed to be it]

[interlude]
just… i’m just gonna say this:
what

[verse 12]
h-h-h-ll yeah, i’m the lord of you f-ckers
h-ll yeah, i smack thuggers
f-ck yeah, i dont switch lanes
f-ck no, i didn’t had no fame
h-ll yeah, i was living great
h-ll yeah, i’m in new york, but they mind has no state
i’m here out there, you know it ain’t no cl!ckbait
h-ll yeah, they ain’t got a good rate
pull up in yo team with a sword, no zelda
running around in the rain, with no umbrella
i dont give a f-ck if they motherf-ckin’
duckin’, but i hope they stop suckin’ on my d-ck
he have a problem, i dont f-ck with his chick
f-ck the game up, that was sick

[interlude]
last song, okay

[verse 13]
dont f-ck with the god, i came with the mercy, but no odd
i came with no guns, no cod
i came with the squad, please stop with that ice
if you f-ck with me, you go blind
you can’t even find, we ain’t on being kind
i came with a mind, and some wind
i was born in the dark, i came in, i came with the lights
i guess they just came for some fights
in my life i was still tryna defeat
a bunch of sh-t of long time ago
i didn’t came on the street, i stomp you with my feet
i still complete, b-tch, i dont cheat
when its my turn, boy, adios, la vamos
my english was bad, i ain’t americano, but i still got my follows
i guess i got some highs and lows
i think i did like i supposed
you ain’t me, b-tch, you my clone
you ain’t me, b-tch, i’m on my own
ain’t gonna buy sh-t, i’m not alone
i came with some friends, but half some hoes
i came with my words that i spoke
i came with my fame, i’m still grown
i dont do drugs, i dont overdose

[outro]
end of the show, f-ck you
goodbye
f-ck you

- wat3rl4va

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