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Yo, Snozbagged pass the mic,
now it’s Morezze on the beat,
West side teddy, swingin’ in the heat.
From the block to the bed, yeah, fluff stay elite,
Got that Koplo bounce, make ya move yo’ feet.
Button eyes blink slow in the streetlight,
Cotton heart heavy but the vibe still tight.
G-Funk bass rollin’, sweet like candy,
Teddy from the hood but my soul still handy.
Ain’t no toy, I’m the plush revolution,
Talk smooth game, call it pillow seduction.
When I hug, it’s therapy, not confusion,
Soft shell, hard truth, that’s my constitution.
This the teddy street anthem, where the homies at?
From the city to the cuddle, we don’t fade, we adapt.
Every bear got a story, yeah, scars in the seams,
But we still stay fly, still chasing them dreams.
Teddy anthem, turn the speakers loud,
Let the bassline hit, make the crowd go proud.
From the plush to the block, we break routine,
This love ain’t fake, it’s gangsta and clean.
Patch on my chest like a badge of pain,
Still smiling though I’m soaked in rain.
Mama stitched hope in my broken frame,
Said “boy, spread love, don’t play that game.”
Now I dance with the beat, and I laugh at stress,
Move like a boss, but stay harmless.
Even if I fall, I bounce like fluff,
Coz teddy hearts don’t break they tough.
dang-dut on the drum, trap in the bass,
Spin that head, move that waist.
Street teddy ain’t got no shame,
Soft soul, hard flow, remember the name!
I came from the silence, from the roadside dream,
Now I’m talkin’ with the teddies, buildin’ up my team.
Every stitch got a story, every scar got a name,
But I ain’t here for fame, I’m here to heal the pain.
Cotton in my chest, but my heart still flame,
They said I’m just fluff nah, I rewrite the game.
From Jakarta night to Cali breeze,
I’m the teddy with a prayer on my broken knees.
Soft hands, hard life that’s how I live,
Still show love, even when I got nothin’ to give.
If the world too cold, I just sing my line,
Spread warmth through rhythm, one rhyme at a time.
West side teddy, but the heart still gold,
Not made in a factory, but made of soul.
To every lonely heart that’s torn or bruised,
Remember we fluff, but we never lose.
So I whisper to the stars, and the beat replies,
“This love ain’t fake, it just never dies.”
Now I rest my rhyme, fade with the tune,
’Cause even teddies cry under the moon.


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