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letra de ohh - wrekonize

[hook]
get your money, get your mind right
i say what’s real, f-ck that limelight
all these haters, they don’t want it
all these haters, know i’m on it
and i got ’em like ay ohh
and now they like ohh
and i got ’em like ay ohh
and now they like ohh

[verse 1: wrekonize]
i walk around this little city getting busy out [bed rock]?
miami dade menace bringing records to death stock
they looking at the majors where wrek spot
i rat’ ’em all flesh rot
than try to take a sip from that cess pot
my -rs-nal is loaded i’m a british w-lly wallace
beats my battlefield you’ll have to kneel to peel me off it
i hear ’em in the corner on that gossip
like if he’s really got it
i tune ’em out to be completely honest
i crack throttle
living inside a life size jack bottle
grand piano laying on a f-cking black model
rappers are trash bluffing when they sucking pen swallow
keep your advance on my avalanche you [in taho]?
i fly by sky sipping absinthe
b-tch ring around the phony when you know we kicking has beens
singing to a holy ghost they won’t be only advents
so you and all your homies keep your poemies in the trash bin

[hook]

[verse 2]
oh. my god. please
enough of yesterday
i watch the game from skybox and these rappers mouths still need a diaper change
they’re still talking sh-t, while they walking it
it’s awkward [?]
it makes me want to hawk to spit
like blaow, let me stop styling
you’re still trying to read the man-u-al while [i done been the islands?]
so dumb it down, f-ck that, put your smarts up
but you’re too busy dot comming on your mom’s [top?]
see since i sin , i sense my soul slither
i sip and slurp sounds from the [?] of a son’s scissor
you must overstand
manage the language or stay swollen on the sh0r-
sore until you vanish
it’s, 2013, i am not earth-a-ling
i am evolv-a-ling, from the swing of a monkey king
you rap cats are just doing this sh-t to pose
i’m here to push my pros forward until i’m ghost

[hook]

[verse 3]
somebody said his [?] was better i guess he lied
i’m hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
the life, when i write fell the ground shaking
[?] i recite, get the town baking
i’m not your average beast
i can’t stomach y’all make my abs get [?]
extra nauseous from the blab you speak
so drop your pen
rip your notepad and skeet
you not a friend
don’t make me have to grab your creeps
i count to 10, one, too late b-st-rds
look at y’all, shook, koolaid packards
you know the situation, i’m that intimidating
cold dog, fell like a fridge of [?]
you trying to bring it back, i’m just trying to bring it
you got them red bull bars, you just kinda wing it
like a b-tter knife that ain’t gone cut it
but i ain’t even mad at y’all suckers

[hook]

- wrekonize

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