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letra de no juju - workrate

[intro]
moe alka on the mix
must be smokin’ that banton buju (grr bow)
are you listenin’? (senseii)
n-ggas said they drillin’, who they drillin’ tho?
these n-ggas say they k!llers, who you k!llin’ bro?
yo

[chorus]
i can talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
i got my name from numerous borings (ching)
talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
they got their names from dashings sportings (cutters)
they got their names from disrespect on the internet
they was up his -rs- when he was alive, never claimed that boring, but billed that zegs (hahaha)
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec (grr, grr)
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy dead (my bro)
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy, ay

[verse 1]
i told moe alka “could you leak that verse?” let me spit some facts, let me disrespect
we sound the same, but nothing alike, cuz’ we do it first and we do it worse (way worse)
numerous times done cheffed up bellys, i chinged that back then i cheffed that chest (ying, ying)
old school days was a hungry young g, show me the bally and [?] (oh no)
give me your’ bally and latex gloves, then ding-dong swerve i’ll shoot or cheff
i’ll shoot or cheff, i’ll shoot or cheff, free all the guys and f-ck all the feds
who’s up next, like who’s up next? workrate, ‘cah he just did it again (me)
don’t think i’m focused on music, that i won’t bill up or drill it on them
i’ll pull up, with my hood up, rise that grr, bullet (grr)
we slap guns that’s bigger than their’s, so they can’t talk on the gang, how could he? (how?)
020 was a bumpy year, was about five times that they [?] my [?] (f-ck’s sake)
i bussed that charge, i bussed that charge, i bussed them all and i don’t do juju (haha)
i don’t do juju, i don’t do juju, you must be smokin’ that banton buju
bro rinse that nina, slap that beater, i’ll bill that p-ssy and let that bo-doof
i don’t do juju, i don’t do juju, you must be smokin’ that banton buju
i gotta’ stay focused, but it get’s hard, cuz’ she got a face and chest that’s photo
[chorus]
i can talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
i got my name from numerous borings (serious)
talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
they got their names from dashings sportings (runners)
they got their names from disrespect on the internet (talkers)
they was up his -rs- when he was alive, never claimed that boring, but billed that zegs (you know)
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec (brr, bow)
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy dead (yeah)
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy, ay

[bridge]
n-ggas said they drillin’, who they drillin’ tho? (hah)
these n-ggas say they k!llers, who you k!llin’ bro? (who?)
n-ggas said they drillin’, who they drillin’ tho? (hah)
these n-ggas say they k!llers, who you k!llin’ bro?

[verse 2]
put me on a beat, i’m tearin’ it up (tear it)
put me on a leash cuz’ i’m scarin’ enough (scary)
i thought that i recongised my man’s face
bro’s grippin’ that gauge while i’m starin’ him up (grr)
but it weren’t him, so we kept it steppin’
foot on the gas, rubber tearin’ it up
put me on a beat, i’m tearin’ it up
put me on a leash cuz’ i’m scarin’ enough
don’t f-ck with rappers, they avid cappers
or their’ arrogance don’t match their’ numbers (the f-ck?)
my n-gga —- don’t do stuntin’
if you see him with his bally and gloves
then you better pick up your pants and cut
cuz’ it could be a fatal problem
lp really faced that problem
my whole city knows me and my thugs ‘dem (they know)
the mandem caught him, he hid in a shop (haha)
but that’s a dead end like it was a t-junction
they say that’s a drilla’, my bro’s nearly k!lled him
28 times and they kept on cuttin’
sit back and light my cigarette
i like a trippy silhouette
shoot my shot like david beck’
i bet i’ll have her silly wet (silly, silly)
said that the opps can’t compete with us
god knows cap, that’s a disrespect (cap)
done the dash he did the step
’till bro caught up and cl!cked his head (grrrrr)
[chorus]
i can talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
i got my name from numerous borings
talk ’bout opps all day, it’s boring
they got their names from dashings sportings (dashers)
they got their names from disrespect on the internet (you know)
they was up his -rs- when he was alive, never claimed that boring, but billed that zegs (brr baw)
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec (me)
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy dead
remember that day when he left his b-tch and i aimed at heads when i cl!cked that tec (yeah)
remember that time me and chingdat chinged that, nearly pr-nounced that f-ckboy, ay (ay, serious)

[outro]
n-ggas said they drillin’, who they drillin’ tho?
these n-ggas say they k!llers, who you k!llin’ bro?

- workrate

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