[Letra de "No Filter" ft. Rittz]
[Intro: Don Aitor, Rittz]
Yo, yeah
Ha-Ha! Don Aitor
It's Rittz, Stiff! Uh (Wooh; uh)
[Estribillo: Don Aitor]
Yo compongo sin filtro
No me pongas un filtro
Tú siempre tras el filtro
Y sin él no eres na', na', na', na', na' (Wuh)
Yo compongo sin filtro
No me pongas un filtro
Tú siempre tras el filtro
Y sin él no eres na', na', na', na', na' (Woah)
[Post-Estribillo: Don Aitor]
Eres juez para los demás
Y un abogado para ti (Wooh)
Hoy te ves espectacular
Pareces casi feliz
[Verso 1: Rittz, Don Aitor]
I do me, I ain't never gave a fuck about the next wave
I done seen so many entertainers come and go
Some'll blow up, others treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do or death, for the record execs say
I've been raising hell for some decades
Back then we ain't argue online
Got a problem, we gon' call 'em, tell 'em meet up at Gwinnett Place
Stepped up with his chest out, left in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody
What the fuck you take a picture with your gun for?
That ain't your friend, man, you known him for a month
Now you don't believe it
Stunned while he's stripping you at gun point
Y'all are too gullible and naive
Need to save your guts and glory for your (I-I-I) Story on your IG
Drinkin' tequila, fuck a lime squeeze
Stiff with Monster, I sneeze, hit the trees 'til I dry heave (Wooh)
I been inside of my car, just fuck a Backwood
I am not a fan of the harsh and swollen 'gars
I'm hard and I'm heartless, smart and I'm sharp dressed
Who you know that got his own face on a cigar band? (Es Rittz)
Burn marks on my carpet
Find a couple xanny bars on my Shark vac, Nirvana guitar pick
Then I started my car, hit Jimmy Carter then Harbins
Where this broad lives inside of her baby father's apartment
I offered her hard dick, she took it, I finished and left
Happy that's a piece of pussy I didn't regret
Ain't nobody censor me yet
My shit's authentic, but at times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You try to copy in a lab, but didn't get it correct
But let 'em give it their best
It's only one, I'm the hardest on the radio rapper that ever exists
And they call me Rittz, bitch!
[Intro: Don Aitor, Rittz]
Yo, yeah
Ha-Ha! Don Aitor
It's Rittz, Stiff! Uh (Wooh; uh)
[Estribillo: Don Aitor]
Yo compongo sin filtro
No me pongas un filtro
Tú siempre tras el filtro
Y sin él no eres na', na', na', na', na' (Wuh)
Yo compongo sin filtro
No me pongas un filtro
Tú siempre tras el filtro
Y sin él no eres na', na', na', na', na' (Woah)
[Post-Estribillo: Don Aitor]
Eres juez para los demás
Y un abogado para ti (Wooh)
Hoy te ves espectacular
Pareces casi feliz
[Verso 1: Rittz, Don Aitor]
I do me, I ain't never gave a fuck about the next wave
I done seen so many entertainers come and go
Some'll blow up, others treated like a sex slave
Get fucked, do or death, for the record execs say
I've been raising hell for some decades
Back then we ain't argue online
Got a problem, we gon' call 'em, tell 'em meet up at Gwinnett Place
Stepped up with his chest out, left in a neck brace
Educate yourself on who you fucking with
You scared to shoot somebody
What the fuck you take a picture with your gun for?
That ain't your friend, man, you known him for a month
Now you don't believe it
Stunned while he's stripping you at gun point
Y'all are too gullible and naive
Need to save your guts and glory for your (I-I-I) Story on your IG
Drinkin' tequila, fuck a lime squeeze
Stiff with Monster, I sneeze, hit the trees 'til I dry heave (Wooh)
I been inside of my car, just fuck a Backwood
I am not a fan of the harsh and swollen 'gars
I'm hard and I'm heartless, smart and I'm sharp dressed
Who you know that got his own face on a cigar band? (Es Rittz)
Burn marks on my carpet
Find a couple xanny bars on my Shark vac, Nirvana guitar pick
Then I started my car, hit Jimmy Carter then Harbins
Where this broad lives inside of her baby father's apartment
I offered her hard dick, she took it, I finished and left
Happy that's a piece of pussy I didn't regret
Ain't nobody censor me yet
My shit's authentic, but at times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You try to copy in a lab, but didn't get it correct
But let 'em give it their best
It's only one, I'm the hardest on the radio rapper that ever exists
And they call me Rittz, bitch!
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