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letra de watisit/unpopular - yosamittee

i just might crash on the track f-ck the rhyming sh-t like i dont need a plan
im wit lil benz in this b-tch lil rockstar n-gga having stick like a drummer
we having metal just like the band who made that song in london
if you play gone breathe your last just you like on a monitor
h-lla cake up in the stash i feel like little debbie
this b-tch ass gotdam fat i think i need to measure it
been getting cake been getting it fast i ain’t even selling sh-t
if i am you not gone know why the f-ck would i tell you that
on the track i can’t relax what i start rapping im devilsh
hopped up in my bag just like the dog cost 50k
hopped up in my bag just like that n-gga on goldenstate
whenever i get mad start making cash like atm
whenever i get mad i smoke the gas until its little
junkies asking this that whole time im like what is it
whole time like what it is
your b-tch asking can i tag im just like what is it
im just like what it is
its time to busy
i been wasting my time ever since the beginning
back to back just like a frisbee do this everytime i just think about winning
sh-t might get uneasy when my other side when my twin get to grinning
i dont reply to tweakers and bums who dont know nothing but spinning
you spinning blocks trying act like its fun but you really faking a image
you say its beef but you never on nun so i guess thats sh-t make you a chicken
im shooting threes like that n-gga lebron but when he was running a scrimmage
i hate to shoot you with this new gun cause i really dont f-ck wit no prison
its you or me not either one im ending this sh-t wit the swiftness
i can see you a honeybun you a motherf-ckin pastry
where ever i be im always me i know these n-ggas hate me
i know these n-ggas hate me

[looff12th]
rub that lean on top that black the b-tch get soggy
high as f-ck on venus, f-ck it call it astrology
lil b-tch wasn’t f-cking with me then but now she is popping it
take the vin up off that skat find that boy and pop em
sign a deal and get them racks and fill up my pockets
lil bruh crashed out ran in the crib he left his wallet
catch em ass’d out yellow tape, white chalk em
i was just inside two ten showing my songs to fat and jock
big ass tree had hit my crib how the f-ck did i get out
we had hydroplaned the b-tch trying to switch up the f-cking route
posted in the boss lounge its only one way out
i dont got no heart no more f-ck it lost and found

- yosamittee

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