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letra de fathers - ygg

[verse 1:saint p]
i don’t dead no youts for nada
we’re the fathers that they’re after
this the crew try get to the top boy
end up on the top boy it’s drama
can’t get saved by the -sama
grime cats can’t ramp with originals
cuh you’ll get brushed by sl!ck man
or caught by osama the barber
send for us you must be o’dizzle(kid)
or you must want lava
[?] all day cuh they’ll fire(flames)
can’t grab the mic, you’re too [?](grips)
likkle man shoulda tried harder
dem man that you stole bars from
should send an invoice and charge ya
john wayne flow manna let off the la la

[chorus]
someone died
gun shot right outside
your father, he is dead
i see him in my head

[verse 2: pk]
(and it’s the)
you’re just an imposter
wanna be my son, you’re a foster
g-checked you last when i saw you
now i gotta send you to the doctor
that’s lead and copper
if not then i’m gonna boy ya
don’t bother call logan-sama
now man’s callin’ jakes like his manager(snitch)
now i’ll have to expose ya
when you got rejected by tija
likkle man thought he was gonna “hmm hmm”
she told me you’re cheesy like pizza(ha ha)
you don’t write your own bars
k!ll you then k!ll your ghostwriter
when the fans look back on the youtube
they will see that you have no future
stealing bars you have no future
smash your head on the computer
acting up like bradley cooper
your head-top’s gonna get hung over
stealing bars you have no future
smash your head on the computer
acting up like bradley cooper
your head-top’s gonna get hung over

[chorus]

[verse 3: lyrical strally]
yo, i was like, ‘okay boomer,’
keep up the talk on computer
call him a him but he looks like a cat
is that why you smell like tuna?(yuck)
ya little liar
who wrote that one, syer?
got the cold shoulder by eskimo
did you cry then when i walked by ya?
wet youts get smoked like vapor
[?] a likkle side-eye ya
why do you talk face and then exit?
lookin’ back like your runnin’ from fire(shook)
send for the sire
end up in the flowers, not a flyer(dead)
you’re a biter, not a rider or a writer

[chorus]

[verse 4: saint p]
can’t try send for the top crew
movin’ loose fam your head’s not screwed
i slew wastemen ’cause i got to
don’t wanna see me get rough on my rider
i got bark like dmx dogs do(ruff ruff)
we might let the dogs out
i don’t know how these kittens got through
call man felis, everyone mocks you
get him some iams
‘cah he tried to eat the big dog food
sayin’ stuff they won’t back up
i recommend your manager stops you(jake!)
all of your nine lives done
you’ll be on the edge of tomorrow like tom cruise
probably swears at his mum
father’s dead that’s why you’re a lost yout

- ygg

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