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letra de 4tex (lil yachty "cortex" remix" - 704 prod

i got this sh-t from andrew kelly
all my opps ghost like makaveli
nah, there ain’t sh-t your ass could tell me
you tried to snake but lack the venom
diamonds on me black as venom
my girl ass bounce back like jelly
now i see why her ex so jealous
man let me get this bag of fenty
i heard that sh-t in the grape vine, n-gga they wait by and talk smack to press me
your life bout mine, d-mn that’s depressing
my life makes yours, d-mn that’s impressing
i’ll drop this sh-t on my ig
n-ggas don’t like me
so they ignore it to spitе me
they share thеir n-gga’s own music
n-gga go stupid
no i mean literally, high key
yea i can tell that he wrote the sh-t
i give it to you, we both commit
my issue with your friends who promote it
that sh-t is ass, they know it, b-tch
you got it down on the clothing sh-t
you got it down on the videos
but godd-mn my n-gga really though
i heard colder sh-t off of “frozen” b-tch
i wrote this sh-t off the cortex, aye
i got yo b-tch in my vortex, aye
she told me “babe i want more s-x” wait
who you called “baby”? abort that, aye
forgot i had a lil shawty now, man she ’bout to gimme that bullsh-t, dang
ain’t use to love, this some new sh-t dang
i been out learning that new shebang
i want more checks, more s-x, more less, i just want everything
bad hoes on tour jets in corsets, for my set with me
ass naked givin lap dances to my n-ggas, just a regular thing
while my shorty in short sets, sippin’ hennessy right next to me
all these labels better check for me
go and jot up that lil check for me
b-tch don’t you see i’m the product, and i can produce, i’m an accessory
gon’ try put one your boys next to me
i turn that n-gga to some bread and cheese
i been to hungry, i’m yet to feast
yo chance like enemies, dead to me
drop top swerving through uptown, pull it the f-ck down, shoot out the roof like i’m yachty
crop top, pull it the f-ck down, titties and b-tt out, she tryna f-ck and just saw me
“pop pop”, knock em the f-ck down, shot by my personnel, opp can’t even get through the lobby
knock knock, y’b-tch at my door bell, thought she was yours well, that p-ssy was wet like dasani
opps always be on some f-ck sh-t
my n-ggas hands always stuck to the stick like a muppet
i’m in magazines, they jealous of it
now my n-gga gotta back me and dump his
make a n-gga dance when they pump him
got a n-gga spazzin’ doin some crump sh-t
he just got fed with like 30, they did him dirty, b-tch i ain’t talkin bout lunch shift
diamonds too wet like some fiji, splash
f-ck all this rap, i want tv cash
n-ggas want smoke, ain’t no need for that
n-ggas want beef, they need me for that
n-ggas be talkin bout jesus piece
but’ll cross you for one like on jesus back
n-ggas put claim on the rap god, f-ck all the smack talk, i bring the jesus back
aye j cole, aye bro! you should come put a n-gga on your payroll
opps hate, they hope… a n-gga won’t blow up ’cause they say so
i hate fake hoes.. i’ll never claim to associate those
i’m hot, they know, i don’t ride waves, i’ll just wait till my name float
we ain’t in the same boat n-gga
… 704 prod n-gga

- 704 prod

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