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letra de adrenaline - yung kaze

[verse]
gotta be kiddin’ me
you are a kid to me
drinkin’ the hennessy because i finna be
someone who’s into me: that is the enemy
rappin’ so sick, all these kids that be sendin’ me
i’ma go and leave ’em behind the dust
because i’m flexin’, i don’t give a f-ck
faster than me are people who can run
i ain’t a pyssy ‘cause i wash my gun
wait, no, i’m chokin’
i’m playin’ the token
if i didn’t have a problem we would not be chokin’
no, i am just boastin’
thе boat isn’t floatin’
if you wanna fight, leave y’all mo’f-ckers opеn
you keep on provokin’, them n-ggas be goin’
i don’t think you understand what we be showin’
i’m rhymin’ and snowin’
these lyrics are [?], the game and opponent
when they be askin’ me, “when is your new track coming out?”
but i do not care
all that i gotta do is just make new lyrics
and go find a new beat that i can spare
i am a lyrical g*nius, i know that i said that once but i gotta make it clear
zero f-cks that i give
if you can hear me then let me put this bullet inside of your ear, yuh
think that i’m jokin’ but hold up, i’m not
this game is a hoax and this sh-t’s a knock-off
there’s somethin’ that was here before and it’s hot
grindin’ and goin’, you know i won’t stop
i feel it viciously, flyin’ to italy
i am the hundred, the rappers seek industry
diss ’em so viciously, i look so differently
‘cause it’s my trust, i’m not givin’ you sympathy
hit ’em with the venom like i’m eminem with pen and pads
see the moment that he didn’t have it comin’ back
blood on the proper sack
let ’em blow up my tracks
so i don’t give a f-ck about your raps when you’re spittin’ fast
got another letter before you can finna go and find a sack
if you’re [?] want it bad
like, stick in the wall, let it fall like tack
but you best believe i spent a hundred on a body bag
i hit up sh-ggy, also the boy, demon
i didn’t f-ck her, but she sure got my s-m-n
i got a laser gun, you know that i’m beamin’
i cannot take part in what i have been readin’
can’t f-ck wit’ me, but hold up, i’m a g
homie, with the new cheese, so get down on your knees
don’t feel when i bleed ’cause i smoke too much weed
fakest mcs: two m’s with an e

- yung kaze

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