Corrección Letra Safe To Say (One Take) par Kenny Beats

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Whoa, Kenny

I make sixty racks in my sleep
Double that back, save half of the cash up
I just gave sixty back to my team
A.J. Tracey drip on the watch
Yeah I call that sixty stack to A.P
Way too wavy, the boy won't stop like Aitch
Got sixty racks in my jeans
Bruddah, got sixty racks in my jeans (Whoo)
b*t*h please
Imma slide like a Tokyo Drifter
Get a b*t*h high when she get in my ride
I'll American Pie that, boy going Stifler
Bruddah online with a very strong vibe
And the Henny on wine so I slide that insta
Bruddah don't lie, you thinking your sh*t good
Nah see, you ain't due for this gas, f**k Hitler
You're a sh*t c**t, that's dirty
You wanna clash? This a smash-up derby
I'm Shawn Mendes, you ain't getting Mеrcy
French girls give me good brain, say "Mеrci"
Little chick dirty, new chick thirsty
Triple 2-0 ona hoe, that's thirsty
I was on the grind since hashtag merky
The man united in the van like Perci
What, what? Yeah, what dog?
You get struck by thunder, Bon Scott
I was on the Opp block, I was getting Opp thots
Nah joke, I don't got the Ops cause the [?]
I ain't lost prof', kept it in a locked box
So I got a thot in a Burberry crop top (Whoo)
Now everything I earn brah it's dosh dosh
Bruddah you ain't the baby, you not [?], you're a soft c*ck (Skrrrrt)
I'm protecting my drive like bumpers
I ain't Stormzy but unleashed 10K for the week, brutha we ain't gonna chat 'bout numbers
Let's draw strings, Hurtsville, yeah the hoodie's on top of your head
Brutha I don't need jumpers
Talk money, the check come direct, it's West not South, give a f**k for the compass
Yeah damn right, yeah damn right
D from the back of the box, the girl Van Dijk
You ain't on sh*t, you're sh*t just like a man dyke
You been on sh*t, less chicks than your 'Gram likes
Yeah damn right, yeah damn right
I don't give two f**ks what her man like
How he jump online with the hate sh*t then jump back online with a gram? (hahaha)
Like, I don't get all you online troll c**ts, I don't get how you sleep so well
Little raps minions, forty years old and you're still a virgin, you're like a Steve Carrell
Your life, not mine, don't speak, don't tell
Too busy with your b*t*h in a cheap hotel
Chicks want chicks and the chicks want d**ks so a chick told chicks and the chicks just-
Ohhh, everyone bruddha who's jealous of me
Getting this cheddar no better than me
Better be stressing, your girl going shopping then using your credit card; spending on me
Pay for the weed and she get it for free
The crazy lil' freak gimme head in the Jeep
Argh
Sixty racks in my sleep bra
Still saved up all the rest for the streets
Wait
How the f**k he this good?
Can't explain it, maybe the cadence, maybe I'm patient
Maybe i'm basic, maybe I couldn't give a f**k for the haters
Maybe I couldn't give a f**k that I'm famous
On a M.I.A. with the paper planes
Blazing a J, brah face it
It's 420 fam, brah I blaze it

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