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Letra : IRATE (Freestyle) - A COLORS SHOW
Uh-huh, huh
Uh-huh, huh, look
Choppa go a-la-la bamba, b*t*h
Don’t play with my comma, b*t*h
Back to back, bulletproof thang
Yeah, I feel like Obama, b*t*h, huh
Back to back like I’m Golden State
Got the golden Rollie with the golden face
Still your favorite rapper and it’s no debate
n***as overrate and I’m so irate
I'ma go ape sh*t
I'ma go hop out the hooptie and spray sh*t
You n***as got face tats
So that’s just a target so you get your face hit
Come get your chain snatched
No, come get it back 'cause we don’t wear no fake sh*t
We ‘bout that gunplay
So n***a we not the one you want to play with, huh
Huh, you ain’t no kin to me
All of you n***as could get it like enemies
Catch a n***a in his kitchen
Put his motherf**kin' brains on the centerpiece
Ain’t nobody finna intervene
Gang sh*t like the Genovese
Lil' homie put his brains on the floor
You just f**ked up a n***a lease
We ain’t getting no deposit
Hit a lick and get the profit
Give her d**k and then I toss it
Had her number, but I lost it
The b*t*h trippin' so I found it
d**k game so astounding
Treat a b*t*h like a finished track
When I’m done with it then I’m bouncin'
n***a scared to send his verse in
Tell that n***a send his purse in
Talk sh*t but not in person
f**k it, we gone send a hearse in
n***a we gone send a bouquet, Heavenly Father
n***as is acting like b*t*hes so please can you pray for me Heavenly Father?
You can tell that I’m heavily bothered
I’m about to pick a choppa up off the Henn'
Dawg, I don’t got a f**k, and it's war time you should probably duck
Uh-huh, huh, look
Choppa go a-la-la bamba, b*t*h
Don’t play with my comma, b*t*h
Back to back, bulletproof thang
Yeah, I feel like Obama, b*t*h, huh
Back to back like I’m Golden State
Got the golden Rollie with the golden face
Still your favorite rapper and it’s no debate
n***as overrate and I’m so irate
I'ma go ape sh*t
I'ma go hop out the hooptie and spray sh*t
You n***as got face tats
So that’s just a target so you get your face hit
Come get your chain snatched
No, come get it back 'cause we don’t wear no fake sh*t
We ‘bout that gunplay
So n***a we not the one you want to play with, huh
Huh, you ain’t no kin to me
All of you n***as could get it like enemies
Catch a n***a in his kitchen
Put his motherf**kin' brains on the centerpiece
Ain’t nobody finna intervene
Gang sh*t like the Genovese
Lil' homie put his brains on the floor
You just f**ked up a n***a lease
We ain’t getting no deposit
Hit a lick and get the profit
Give her d**k and then I toss it
Had her number, but I lost it
The b*t*h trippin' so I found it
d**k game so astounding
Treat a b*t*h like a finished track
When I’m done with it then I’m bouncin'
n***a scared to send his verse in
Tell that n***a send his purse in
Talk sh*t but not in person
f**k it, we gone send a hearse in
n***a we gone send a bouquet, Heavenly Father
n***as is acting like b*t*hes so please can you pray for me Heavenly Father?
You can tell that I’m heavily bothered
I’m about to pick a choppa up off the Henn'
Dawg, I don’t got a f**k, and it's war time you should probably duck
