letra de jet - yyz
yyz
got
no money
don’t care yo
21 in the middle of ontario
got a bad b-tch with an -ss like iggy
smoking on some cabbage that could bench five fiddy
strong
but i wouldn’t call her fancy
my tunes make her looney – i’m acme
bomb!
what hunny?
can’t hear you
21 in the middle of ontario
tryna make bank like azealia
really i’m
smoking hot like paraphernalia
telling ya
it’s sick what i serve when i’m dropping bars…
i’m a convict cafeteria!
and i solemnly swear that i’m up to no good
all these n-ggas marauders just watching my moves
it’s the king of toronto from sauga a youth
a canadian emperor finding his groove
i gotchu disney
young king, i don’t need no zazu with me!
cuz i’m
living life, like “c’est la vie”
feel like i could never lose, i could take ali
like i’m sicker than the flu, like i’m hiv
like i’m ’bout to make the news, yy-benghazi
runs these tracks with jamaican speed
young black, more hot than kenya be
hold up
that miss you ese?
kenya moore – black miss usa
won that back in ’93
but d-mn girl you still fine to me
ok
it’s the main attraction
i would be lying
to say the mane attached to him is not that of a lions
been writing rhymes fresh as trident
try keeping time with a t-tan
i flow hard
y’all are coast guards
i am poseidon
it’s foucault
f-cking mozart
that’s power through violence
oh god
guess i found my nietzsche
there is no god
d-mn
i should refrain from philosophy
always was strange but now strangers are watching me
out of my brain, wish they botched the lobotomy
breaking the mold, i should drop out of pottery
rare as a lottery
winner in poverty
making that green
‘stead of cooking up collard greens
oh wait y’all don’t get it?
wanna play it back? would it help if i re-said it?
maybe i’m too fast
maybe y’all just need a minute
maybe i should slow it down
reexplain every sentence
basically i’m the best there is
man
f-ck that sh-t
y’all can suck my d-ck
couldn’t really give a d-mn if they bumped my hits
but i’m thankful to the fans for the love i get
promise i’ma pay it back when i’ve bought my jet
i’ma fly y’all ’round the world twice
f-ck it make it three
remember? “c’est la vie”
i beat a wrap like my name’s h0m-lka
skin’s half black, she’s tasting mocha
come and give it to you daddy like a great report card
these b-tches love me, my name is sosa
and that’s why i can’t f-ck with you n-ggas
i’m clear of the cliff, with you huxtable n-ggas
i’ll belt this sh-t out till i buckle you n-ggas
f-ck yyz, i just trey russell’d you n-ggas
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