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letra de andrew tate - workrate

[intro: andrew tate]
you cannot quit, you cannot give up
you need that momentum to break free (swidom, k!ll them, yeah, yeah, yeah)
when the rocket is flying out towards the moon to escape the atmosphere, it doesn’t f-cking pause halfway up the sky, does it? (def-def-def-defbeats did them dirty)
no, it keeps going
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[chorus: workrate]
money, cars, drugs, guns, we got it all, you can ask my mates
she want me and i don’t want her ‘cah i’m a top g like andrew tate is
ran through .9’s and ran through glocks and we do stuff them bullets in gauges
opp just dropped and i don’t smokе pot, so i might cop me a brand-new vape
monеy, cars, drugs, guns, girls, feeling like andrew tate
money, cars, drugs, guns, girls, feeling like andrew tate
where they at?
location, we shoot bodies and we shoot faces
where they at?
location, walk on ’em ’til they all on papers
[verse: workrate]
caucasian looking amazing in her sundress, got her looking curvaceous
when i make babies, i’m playing it humble
i’m celibate, so i pray i don’t crumble (oh no)
buck into opps, they run then stumble (where they going?)
lemme show them what this knife or gun do (grrt)
rose, shak, tapz, ibz, you can ask them what my f-cking tugs do (go ask)
they’re idiots again, they’re idiots again
oh sh-t, not rose, gang got the drop then my bro bun you (haha)
rip teewizz, no more speaking, that’s dead opps and the tires screeching (rip bro)
we love to rise our machines and beat it
and we use knives then f-ckin’ bleach it (ayy, ching that)
free lil a ‘cah i miss my brother, he took them years (free bro), no info leakin’ (free bro)
are you high? are you buzzin’? we live this life and we f-ckin’ mean it (trust me)
i bucked triggz with zino and s
he left his cousin, that’s rambos leakin’
bro bucked 6 and he shaved his neck and his little bro left the crime scene gruesome
me and my set ain’t nuttin’ like dem
we pray to god then violate demons

[chorus: workrate]
money, cars, drugs, guns, we got it all, you can ask my mates
she want me and i don’t want her ‘cah i’m a top g like andrew tate is (def-def-def-defbeats did them dirty)
ran through .9’s and ran through glocks and we do stuff them bullets in gauges
opp just dropped and i don’t smoke pot, so i might cop me a brand-new vape
money, cars, drugs, guns, girls, feeling like andrew tate
money, cars, drugs, guns, girls, feeling like andrew tate
where they at?
location, we shoot bodies and we shoot faces
where they at?
location, walk on ’em ’til they all on papers

- workrate

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