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lirik lagu lacosta – m.u.s.a thesoul

[ chorus ]

i wrote a letter to a hater
alligator, what i spit lacosta
i know a lotta n*ggas bano fosta
when it comes to writing rhymes
ba flopa, big time like dey cheppies
take 5 and let this rap thang go
trust me you gon be on that cool time

[ verse 1 : soul ]

tumble (x2) tumble dry n*ggas words
as i twist mine, gold mind yes it’s mine
blind fold when you spit your line
ouk it’s fine, i’ma do you my pinata
ba nnyatsa ene i’m on my prime
my bars be chyme, kaba shila coz they thank
they rappin 2pac and they too pap
struu mafra (x2)
man i love how these n*ggas be hating on me
you cappin on me, boii
i throw slate like black coffee
so you better forfeit and light up a spliff
don’t be stiff, quit being optimistic
coz you know i’m the awesomest around here
f*ck an opp, my limi gon surpass
a lotta n*ggas limits, cav
these n*ggas is tryna mess’o mustapha
coz i rap like a machine, my genes supreme
nahmean my gee, you hating
that’s a cap completely (x2)
they didn’t get that line
cap completely, ‘capcom’
[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 : wayne ]

new school but my old school sound
school some of you new school cats
i treat the stu like it’s a class
don’t forget your book of rhymes and your pen
coz when i record is like i’m giving notes
n*gga take notes i’m sick with lines
put your mask on when i spit
new disease in the game lyrical virus
my mouth is my gun, my punchlines are my bullet
if a n*gga throw shots, i load up
and put his ass in a bodybag lyrical k!lling this
verse ain’t a diss, take it as a reminder
wanna mess with me
think like you got two minds, n*gga think twice
start the beat but before i spit order coffins
when i’m done spitting, you introduce your selves to god
at the end of the beat,i’m a murderer
y’all is dead bodies
the rap game is like a snooker
i’m a white ball, it’s me against n*ggas
i shoot y’all, leave you trapped in holes
(re tshela thupa, wayne wa fisa)
i should drop my hits on september
make summer extra hot (oohhhhh)
your hits ain’t hot enough
to make a n*gga sweat (ehhhhhhh)
n*ggas think i can’t rap
this verse is like a wrapped gift (daammmmn)
happy death day muhf*ckas

- m u s a thesoul

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