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letra de familiar - wewantwraiths & booter bee

[verse 1: booter bee]
quit this lifestyle, one day i’ll consider it
fans on my block asking man for signatures
same spot they’re asking, i turned to a horror scene
if it ain’t ’bout getting money, don’t holla me
i can get them slapped if i really wanted
i shot him in his face and it don’t play on my conscience
i’m the face of my hood, my whole strip got sponsored
we smoked him on the yard, ask officer johnson
we lose waps then we go buy next ones
six shot mossberg the size of lebron
i walked into the dance, five shots in my little spin
lost a twelve gauge same week, copped a bigger ting
really i’m the prince of the f like william
she’s a light-skin babe but the back’s brazilian
if my money’s written then it must be millions
cah i spent a thousand nights serving cats in pavilion

[chorus: wewantwraiths]
pull up to booter in the wraith, the light-skin b-tch look familiar
i think i seen her in the rave with someone that had a mille on
she might point you to the safe man, all these hoes unpredictable
i told bee, “you need to chill, you almost knocked a civilian”
i never wanted to be rich and famous
made a couple changes, now i’m chilling cah this money comes to me
i told booter, “when we’re dropping this tape, every song’s a hit straight”
can’t you see the way we’re walking on the beat?
[verse 2: booter bee]
i can’t tell if he’s a fan but why the f-ck is he staring?
we ain’t buying ’em for show, we’re grabbing hammers to air them
yo i shot him out the window and kept it moving
ain’t no drill rapper like me that’s kept up bootings
probably made a hundred bags ten times and lost it
before i linked wraiths, turned their block to a mosh pit
i thought i saw an opp, i pulled over and c-cked it
but it was a civ, he’s so lucky i clocked him
woulda blown his brains out if that ting didn’t jam on me
they say i’m charged up, that dotty filled up with batteries
i sent g round there, he turned it a casualty
young lit bosses, no wonder they’re mad at me
heard the opps hate me and the feeling’s mutual
i’m bringing my burner if he acts unusual
i was in the ride, steady risking a recall
bro done a fifteen and he still hasn’t reformed

[pre-chorus: wewantwraiths]
we was pouring up, we ain’t give a sh-t if we was poor
fifty levels up, only letting b-tches through the door
she gon’ let me f-ck but that’s another reason to ignore
don’t believe in god but all she wants is christian dior
court fines, arrest warrants and more fines
more time, we spend money on more diamonds
won’t shine till i see all my bros shining
[chorus: wewantwraiths]
pull up to booter in the wraith, the light-skin b-tch look familiar
i think i seen her in the rave with someone that had a mille on
she might point you to the safe man, all these hoes unpredictable
i told bee, “you need to chill, you almost knocked a civilian”
i never wanted to be rich and famous
made a couple changes, now i’m chilling cah this money comes to me
i told booter, “when we’re dropping this tape, every song’s a hit straight”
can’t you see the way we’re walking on the beat?

- wewantwraiths booter bee

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