Letra de THIRTYNINE - Warren Hue

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Went to Los Angeles

Dissin’ all these weak boys how D. Rose ankle is

Copy bro, avalanche

Way I'm too cold, turned a pro to a average

Prone to being goat, sheep's question my analysis

Tappin' in with Chasu, BOTY on the calendars

Half ridiculous to half-assed rappers battlin'

Privileged kid, but they say I'm too immaculate

Immature, narcissist, cashing out the bank and shit

Ask assistant for the vision and the fashion shit

Fabrics linen, Warren Hue is independent

No pretending

Used my check on white gold pendants

I'm offended, they put me in a certain box

What the fuck am I?

Do she love me or do she love K-Pop?

Wrist on zero ice

Am I a rapper or a perfect jock?

College wasn't all the options

I took a perfect route

Skrt, let me hop outside the Rari when I'm thirty nine

Let me hop outside the 'Rari when I'm thirty nine

Yeah, let me hop outside the 'Rari when I'm—, ayy

Warren speaking morse code

Most bros can't toe-to-toe with Young Ocho

New star rising from the local

Wear my beat up Nikes up in SoHo

Where my prom queen at? Fuck knows, bitch

Upmost respect, tuck forty bands

Inside of my G-Tex pants

I'm borderline a fucking different breed

On her line, she needs to please

She just needs some different seeds

Forehead white like the tip of these

Mountains that I'm climbing on

Everest, I don't think I ever rest

Ten percent, I still wrote my best verse in twenty minutes

I wear my Vans in these industry events

Score a three right on your head

You cappin', switch his name to Chance, bitch

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