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letra de the wrekless motto - wrekless

[intro: jet 2]
wrekless, b-tch

[verse 1: rockstartune]
rockstar, tune on the moon
moonwalking right now while sleeping in a tomb, woah
watch me lean on a scale to see the scalene
forty racks will guarantee your lady ball for our team
it’s a paradox, i’m unorthodox
crisco, unleash the dragon; sisqo
rabbit food on my wrist make my wrist glow
living by no rules, how cool wrekless motto
now tell me how you livin’
see the show in show and tell, girl show me how you feelin’
see all that in them jeans make me wanna get between
go hurricane katrina if i wreck it, new orleans
warner brothers couldn’t do it this strong
make larenz love jones like they missin’ nia long
married to the money, that is all a n-gga need
but it’ll make me crazy if i see low green
jet

[verse 2: jet 2]
two and this the motto
they goin’ wrekless to book us and find us, i feel like waldo
we are coach-lla headlining
get better every time that we hop on the track a lyric olympic
blimp in the sky, yo
’cause twenty-twelve is our good year, n-gga
eye on the prize i am destiny in disguise
it’s the jet in me that can fly
you ain’t catchin’ me in the skies
you could barely breathe in the clouds
m-th- f-cka, i’m above alt-tude all of you probably drown
i’ve been waiting about my whole life for that time and that time is now
pilot style, destiny is no accident, how the f-ck did you crash and sh-t
destiny is no accident, how the f-ck did you crash and sh-t
destiny is no accident, how the f-ck did you…
n-gga destiny is no accident, how the f-ck did you crash and sh-t
we can teach you n-gga, come and take a cl-ss with us
n-gga what’s up; hit

[verse 3: hitman]
dumb swagger, you don’t matter
to get to where i’m at, n-gga you might have to climb four ladders
i’m on, baby i’m on; stop hitting up my phone
just to talk about yo’ -ss, we gon’ need another song
so i prolong about some sh-t that got me high as a blimp
stank face to a n-gga, you know hitman the sh-t
and you know hitman will rip yo’ -ss like a f-ckin’ tag
i’m married with a bunch of hoes, the story on why they mad
okay, i do this truth is i don’t give a f-ck ’bout where yo’ booth is
you new kid no p-ssion, no action i make -ss-ssins imagine
d-mn, i blow so many trees i turn a cabin to ashes
woah… we dumb high, you sometimes
a little christian in your bars, you got nun-rhymes
so shoutout to them b-tches on come time
v-12 pushing, tell ’em run it back one time, b!

[verse 4: beegee]
g’s in the building
high as f-ck, kush chair sitting on the ceiling
it’s the wrekless motto, you already know though
all for one and one for all, a n-gga’s never solo
make it happen, call me captain swimming in that p-ssy
while i’m super swaggin’ molotov
she could take good c-ck and b-lls
and guarantee she feelin’ me, i wouldn’t lie about it dawg
lyrical perfection, ten of ten ain’t no f-ckin’ flaws
when them words is in yo’ face, what the f-ck you gon’ do?
young and wise, n-gga kickin’ saiyans like goku
how many f-ckin’ times do i really gotta show you?
coach you, n-gga at your door like postal
straight from the block, beegee is on
runnin’ from the bull, beegee is gone
solid with the raps, yeah the flow is strong
married to the stu, yeah the booth is home
man, i’m on and feeling real invincible
this ain’t no f-ckin’ game to me, my n-gga this is spiritual

rico

[verse 5: rico]
in the muhh f-ckin’ buildin’
every hot girl, yeah i’m gon’ k!ll them
cold -ss n-gga, bad n-gga gon’ feel ’em
gotta pop a pill and call that n-gga villain
y’all some muhh f-ckin’ zeros, y’all ain’t fly y’all n-ggas heroes
i don’t really f-ckin’ think so
gas me up, n-gga only when my tank low
got a bad b-tch, tell her go slow
when she hop on it, i tell her pogo
y’all n-ggas know what’s up, yeah f-ck y’all
wrekless til the end in my muhh f-ckin’ guts dawg
where i feel it in… know what’s up
bad girl gon’ feel it when i stick it and k!ll it man
y’all n-ggas know what’s up, cold -ss n-gga
already know what’s up, sold my soul -ss n-gga
not really, n-ggas straight k!ll me
when they in the booth and spit like i’m toothless
spit, yeah i’m ruthless, boy yeah i’m headless
n-gga how low than a muhh f-ckin’
[jet 2: “keep goin’ my n-gga”]
fed-ex package… and yo’ b-tch? she a ratchet
yeah.. god f-ckin’ d-mnit
we so f-ckin’ savage
but we livin’ life lavish
y’all n-ggas don’t understand it

[outro: jet 2]

- wrekless

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