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letra de rude awakening - yung kweez

(verse)
[yung kweez]
h-llcat like i’m satan, rude awaken
roll up a wood i face it, trap spot really vacant
see a chance i take it, we go broke then we gon’ take it
ain’t no joke b-tch i ain’t playin’, don’t go poked when big bro sprayin’, power up go super saiyan
uh yeah
ball like bradley beal, when i splurge i spill
this sh-t no big deal, don’t give a f-ck how them f-ck n—– feel
i’m tryna run in ‘ya trap for real
oh he think he made of steel?
let’s show him how these hollows feel, uh, young n—– trained to go, they tryna go for the k!ll for sure, my weed vacuum-sealed for sure, my b-tch keep a ‘bl!ck’ for sure
shawty a groupie she doin’ the most, talkin’ ‘bout goals i’m not one of those, paranoid i got a mac in the coat
paranoid i got a mac and a scope, please hoe don’t you get too close
hop out the booth i got back to the streets
hand-to-hand pitching i’m ducking police
i let them demons get next to me now everyday demons surrounding me, i let them demons get next to me so p-ssy don’t you play with me
p-ssy, yeah, yeah
demons hanging with the vultures
uh, okay
playing graveyard shifts, i still rep the trap culture
n—– give me cold shoulders, best believe my sh-t is colder
i be cruising in the rover, with like 50 in this toaster
playin’ cards with the jokers

[verse 2]
[kai benji]
uh, say
f-ck it i’m done with the gimmicks
no i can’t f-ck with no critics, they tryna f-ck up my image
i got me a bag i’m ‘bout business
made me a play in two minutes
i started with nothing i’m never gon’ finish
you ain’t in the game b-tch you stuck in a scrimmage
uh, uh
like 2k, slide on ‘ya block with two k’s, and we on his top no tupé
and we shoot like a movie no blu-ray
got ‘ya b-tch off the henny no dussé choosy
she do whatever the crew say
she keep asking for bags by louie
how you don’t got no cash and you boujee
sh-t like that really f-cking confuse me
give me cash if you wanna amuse me
b-tches broke and they just tryna use me
i was broke them same b-tches ain’t choose me
now i’m up if i want i could f-ck, too much money ain’t never enough
d-ckies on me four pockets is stuffed
got the ‘bl!cky’ on me and it’s tucked uh
b-tch if it’s up it’s stuck, uh
pull up in a all black truck uh
n—- you ain’t tough enough, see you in person i’m calling ‘ya bluff
p-ssy i’m pulling ‘ya cards, he super soft why he acting so hard?
uh
came from the ‘gutta i’m scarred
deadbeat daddy was serving out yards uh
i made a play make another one
please keep that same energy when this money come
groupie b-tches i ain’t loving ‘em, just open up and chew d-ck like it’s bubblegum
just got me a bag make it double
if you on my bad side you in trouble
with the gang callin’ plays in a huddle
my drip be on fiji ‘ya sh-t be on puddle
if i’m shootin’ shots they direct they ain’t subtle (p-ssy)

- yung kweez

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