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letra de lost in - 800 howe

[intro: 800 howe]
yeah, yeah
i just want to sauce and i just want to win
rsk let it play boy
[verse 1: 800 howe]
i’ma run it up and i’m cash out on the weekend
boy you acting tough like can you tell me what you’re seeking
you can’t hang with us i see a homie he be tweaking
i’ma catch a dub and i’ma ball out every season
pull up and we drumming it might leave your fluids leaking
not with all that frontin’ can you tell me what your reason
now my flow is cold and it might leave your body freezing
i stand by myself and now i’m talking to my demon
[chorus: 800 howe]
oh my i be getting so high like a
don’t lie we be looking so fly homie
don’t try and just know you cannot slide
cuz we searching for a bag and that’s something you can’t find
i will leave you in the past leave you in your bag
all these b-tches hit me i got all these b-tches mad
money coming fast
i’ma do the dash
take off in a foreign and say f-ck you to the past
i just want to sauce and i just want to win
and now i’m going off but i have just began
and now i’m feeling lost can’t turn my back again (nahh)
yeah lost in i’ve been walking in the dark but i’m flossing
i won’t ever leave a mark
know i’m saucing and i’m in it for the sauce
and i just want to find my way my life is tearing apart
[verse 2: davenport]
i’m just lost in i think i’m ready to dip
i’m exhausted about all of you talking sh-t
if you crossing, you know i’m sending the blitz
you acting all counterfeit live action i’m bout to spit
you bowing down on me immaculate
knee to you colin kaepernick
don’t know when i’m going to snap it
yea snapping back you a snack to be
bagging beats on a balance beam
practically on the count of three
three, two, one i’m just bound to be
only one acting now and be
history’s in the making
i swear to god i can’t take it
i’m sick and tired of my patience
profit while i lose relations
complacent all out my station
hearts racing but leave no trace of mcgrady
or maybe i shoot the ratings out the roof like i’m kd
[chorus: 800 howe]
oh my i be getting so high like a
don’t lie we be looking so fly homie
don’t try and just know you cannot slide
cuz we searching for a bag and that’s something you can’t find
i will leave you in the past leave you in your bag
all these b-tches hit me i got all these b-tches mad
money coming fast
i’ma do the dash
take off in a foreign and say f-ck you to the past

- 800 howe

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