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letra de status quote - wxlfman

:verse 1:

finished running ’round on this racetrack
pose, (victory)
telling everybody take that
no bottles over here
cause they really couldn’t chase that
talk behind my back now they really can’t face facts
this for everybody waving hands in the stands
we so over they heads they still want to understand
how i used to dodge in brooklyn
now im hitting grand slams
feeling so good they got me yelling like sam
i’m smooth like pam
b-tter, parkay
i’m running brooklyn now shutting the down the barclay
hear my name ecko through the city mark saint
taking over your complex
this shit ain’t a contest
dynamite flow on a napoleon conquest next year i’m taking over austin by the south west
watch em all cheering way before i hit the soundcheck
i’m so fucking fly i that i haven’t touched the ground yet

chorus x2
no squares in my circle
no strangers in the v.i.p
tell em that’s it with my squad i’d rather be
we all on a different status tell em g
so fuck stars we gon’ be the galaxy

verse 2:

the self declared valedictorian
too cl-ssy/ giving you this cl-ssic
i’m so illmatic/ too hot this shit fire somebody p-ss me my matches/ embed the flow on em now i’m burning through the mattress/
striking and i’m dashing/
super sonic on they -sses/
they’re momentum mol-sses/
i do better than average/
boy welcome to my world i told you i ben a savage/
my brother let me have it
it was a right of p-ssage
wave pen upon paper
the feelings so magic
if i die before i wake it
would be so tragic
to get on my level ill have to jump from this attic
i’m way too driven hope everyone is fastened
willy wonka acting gobstopper action
the big bang the only thing before me blasting
all you hating misters can kiss my cheeks. lights camera action

(chorus x2)
no squares in my circle
no strangers in the v.i.p
tell em that’s it with my squad i’d rather be
cause we on a different status tell em g
so fuck stars we gonna be the galaxy

verse 3:
i’m only spending money with the people
i can count it with/
your chick is like my consciousness
i’m slipping in and out of it/
you burning all money
it’s a different color
it’s counterfeit/
won’t stop until they get enough
the stage they rushing hour shit/
bottom of the 9th and my team was down a couple hits/
barry bonds waiting for the pitch
home run spitting lyricist/
had to grab the baton
show em i could make a hit/
got to switch it up for ones who
don’t think that i could spit/

metaphorically metamorphose
endorphins torture a porpoise, catch me not with those informants
informing crooked enforcers
these foreign formations forming
campaigning to flop my fortress
keep running stay out my dungeon i’m torching treacherous tourist
( wah )

it feels so good
i said it feels so good

alright x 4

(chorus)

- wxlfman

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