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letra de sauce (who's mans) - young egypt, idk, bookielamp, rizzle

(bookielamp)
i run fast, think fast, spit fast quick as
bolt
runnin’ and jumpin’ these fences
messin’ with me boy you senseless
don’t think you know who you testin’
im with my squad yea we flexin’
now try and keep up with this sick sh-t i spit
rhyme so fire yea we making these hits
k!ller flow cuz we know we be takin this b-tch
unforgettable rhymes i made a cure for the itch
pullin’ up on your mans like
what’s up with your girl mike
on that sh-t that i don’t like
flow so hot that you can’t bite
i’m too big for you to mess
best stay away from my address
my rhymes make you stress
they also be make your girl undress

(rizzle)
i’m spitting and thinking
sipping and drinking
looking at yo b-tch and she want to link in (skr)
called that linkedin
hey fam how you been? (wha?)
sh-t bout to get lit we bout to sin
it’s like these people tryna copy my style identical twin but all we do is win (win)
lurking in the water i got a shark fin
where’s your mans at?
we fighting like some hand oh hand combat (combat)
yo just look at my stats
smack you in the face with a brick bat
supreme box on my chest (supreme box)
we up in dubai and we blessed
we oppress and her -ss look so fine in that dress (woo)
girl give me the address and we can sort out the rest (skr)
all these similes but you won’t get it until you’ve been with me
and we keep growing like a motherf-ckin trilogy
yea u feel ya u see? (yea you see)
just give me the bentley key
ray ban shades with 20 20 vision (vision vision)
sit down with the master for a session
just so u know my discretion

(idk)
i create it, till i make it
masarti vibes, quick brake it
sick flow i put the plague on it
no way to explain it
i shape it and case it
then finally escape it
this the new wave motherf-cker where you at
stepped on all of you, where the welcome mat
snakes and desert rats
stick to ur habitat
she so freaky, she a female acrobat
this a fight but not ur ordinary combat
i dont give a f-ck where youve been
finish it and put it on the big screen
all these thought and im still a teen
b-tch get off me, yes im really mean
the lyrical flow on this is criminal
ill leave you critical and miserable
too fast for you im invisible
toss you around now ur mixable
im own god im biblical
these stories u tell are fictional
hype on my feet like im an athlete
dont need more mans in here
cause your girl in the backseat
she suck me so good can’t walk no more like drake on degr-ssi
ya’ll russell peters if u think u can p-ss me
got all the keys, but i ain’t khaled

(young egypt)
obstacles b-tch jump over them like a hurdle
faze up b-tch call it skrt the f-cking turtle
f-cked her so hard man that b-tch is infertile
your b-tch wetter than squirtle
mors scope with the thermal
red dot, brap brap
boi you know i dont miss
cooking sauce with the wrist
but i might f-ck up and miss
too much sauce on the wrist
nevermind i don’t miss
check the gram check the fit
dressed up like a misfit
b-tch cl-ss is dismissed

- young egypt idk bookielamp rizzle

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