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letra de ion really get it (freestyle) - 3way heff

[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f-ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh-t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b-tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n-gga, b-tch, i’m out here f-ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f-ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh-t like enchiladas
street n-gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas

[verse]
she said i’m a dog, i guess i’m air bud
when they play that n-gga music, i need earbuds (turn that sh-t off)
they finally bought a gun last year, now they think they’re thugs
only time you gotta worry ’bout them steppin’ is when they on drugs (p-ssies)
i ain’t steppin’ on stage without no weapon, sorry, i can’t do it
if we talk about p-ssy, money, or packs, n-gga, i ran through it
had a chance to be big, he thought he was crip, that n-gga f-ckin’ blew it
had a funny feeling n-ggas plottin’ on me, they was, i f-ckin’ knew it
do it if you gon’ do it, ain’t nothin’ to it, if you say it’s up with me, then it’s stuck with me
i don’t care if a b-tch-ass n-gga hate me, real n-ggas f-ck with me
trap n-gga, i feel comfortable in the slums, tweakers and clucks with me
rap n-gga, i feel comfortable in the stu’, k!llers and the thugs with me
i turn this b-tch to a fan, she shakin’ ass while playin’ my music
i flip the work into bands, if you sellin’ drugs, you better not use it
you gotta eat or lose it, you in a room full of bosses, you gotta learn from losses
and i’ma stand on business, i need an office, tell ’em to trust the process
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f-ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh-t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b-tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n-gga, b-tch, i’m out here f-ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f-ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh-t like enchiladas
street n-gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas

[outro]
i don’t really get it
like what the f-ck?
go, go, go, go, go

- 3way heff

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