V13
Leo cooking dope
Waj

Machete, machete, where does it hide
Life, death, we don't sleep, we make
You scream but no one will help you
Your amulets won't protect you
The little voice told me not to worry

Run faster, you're going to get busted
You talk too much, 45 days of ITT
I like to pull-up in machete mode, like

No love, we fear death, bitch doesn't want the ring, she wants vitamins (sex)
You wanted to overtake me but you're not focused, your career is sinking like the Titanic
Headache all morning
I don't know how it's all going to end
If I tell you the end, you won't sleep anymore
But you have dark thoughts and your nose in the coke
I'm not lying to you, I was better in my hometown
He who sows the storm reaps only problems
We have no more hesitation when the whole gang is there
In the black deals like Jean-Luc Reichmann
I don't sleep much at night, I have too many nightmares
Fidi gyal dem, I told you to go your own way
Your guy prays to the devil, he has no shame
Whippin', lean, adrenaline, buubuu binks
We find your body at seven o'clock
I didn't even cock it but she tells me she's pregnant (yeah)
A sheet, a cigarette, you'll tell me more, a butterfly in the throat
Don't buy whores, buy a glock
You get pulled up in the

Faster, you're going to get busted
You talk too much, 45 days of ITT
I like to pull-up in machete mode (splash)
Pull-up in machete mode

Run faster, you're going to get busted
You talk too much, 45 days of ITT
Pull-up in machete mode

I think he got it so he's leaving, poor guy, watch out for the guys in Kipsta
You don't stay here, hasta la vista, vesqui, it finishes you in the hospital
The big dealers don't freestyle

Like, like
No kichta for the early riser
Slash snitch, I'm the cook
With sequels if you come out of the hospital
Don't play the bandit, I make them all claustrophobic
Boy hold your bitch, she keeps stalking me
I break her ass and I moonwalk away
Machete if you play tough, machete if you play tough
The night asks me, why me?
She told me you know very well
You want me to say it briefly
I pray every day, why do I see jnouns coming?
Working out
I lost my heart since I'm like a machete
Gasoline, lighter, it's going to blow, I cut the head of those who wanted to racket us
What's up, what's up I no longer look for the stars and the moon
She wants you to help her find her thong
Too many rappers are millionaires in fake streams
To reach the top you have to cut a thousand heads
You're going to blow your head on the mixtape
Cut it like a beefsteak
She swallows it as if I have Bill Gates' money
Machete, machete, I like the night like a machete
Machete, machete, machete
Machete, machete, machete
(Machete, machete, machete
Machete, machete, machete)
FDM

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