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letra de great white - 2kbaby

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[intro]
ooh, ooh
ooh
mm, yeah, yeah, yeah

[pre-chorus]
my n-ggas hopin’, i tell ’em go crazy
my brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
and shoutout cupid, i’m in love with my baby
my mama ruthless, said that she gonna play ​me
but f-ck it, it ain’t like these b-tches gon’ pay me
i’m rich as sh-t and watch these b-tches gon’ save me
my wrist is glistening because of [?]
my n-ggas listen, do whatever, just pay me

[chorus]
late night, we was over running on the back street
great white, all you lil’ n-ggas in the back seat
baby, i’m a trapper, let me f-ck you to a fast beat
boy, i’m not a rappеr, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
all these lil’ b-tchеs wanna about they have me
everybody from the f-ckin’ city wanna tag me
runnin’ through the money like a motherf-ckin’ athlete
yeah, i’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me

[verse]
now i got some money, let me show ’em what the bag do
who says the lil’ n-gga wanna act cool
[?] i had to
and you know the sweater costs a rack too
boy i ain’t with talkin’, i might f-ck around and smack you
catch a n-gga walkin’, we gon’ whack you, jack you
heard that n-gga stallin’, we gon’ track you, crack you, hack you
zip up that boy, then we out
only thing i won’t die for the clout, i don’t know what that sh-t be about
i’m like, yeah, yeah
on my way to l.a. [?], i ain’t left the town
i’m like no, no
ride around with a whole lot of rounds
so i’m smoking sh-t straight out the pound
i’m like, yeah, yeah
all my big homies proud, i’m like, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeaj
[pre-chorus]
my n-ggas hopin’, i tell ’em go crazy
my brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
and shoutout cupid, i’m in love with my baby
my mama ruthless, said that she gonna play ​me
but f-ck it, it ain’t like these b-tches gon’ pay me
i’m rich as sh-t and watch these b-tches gon’ save me
my wrist is glistening because of [?]
my n-ggas listen, do whatever, just pay me

[chorus]
late night, we was over running on the back street
great white, all you lil’ n-ggas in the back seat
baby, i’m a trapper, let me f-ck you to a fast beat
boy, i’m not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
all these lil’ b-tches wanna about they have me
everybody from the f-ckin’ city wanna tag me
runnin’ through the money like a motherf-ckin’ athlete
yeah, i’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me

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