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letra de believe (kende remix) - a-trak

[chorus: lil yachty]
i believe in you
they told you you can’t show them folks, you do
every b-tch in the world, posters in their room
but i f-ck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
suck me in the living room

[verse 1: quavo & lil yachty]
look at the rocks
ice on my watch (yah!)
when i’m on the block (block)
i run from the cops (cops)
d-mn, did i forget to mention
all these racks on me, playin’ tennis
brought my name in the world guinness
take them back to the beginnin’
take them back to the beginnin’back before lil boat was winnin’
back before i had a million
back when i was car stealin’these n-gg-s act like they feel me
if i got caught slippin’ on my soap
i’m sure these n-gg-s’d try to k!ll me
she said, “how rich are you?” yo, i’m filthy
i perfect all my craft
shoot a n-gg- like shaft
i sell a million-dollar slab (m&m)
then put your b-tch in a cab (b-tch)
do a show out in rio
i just do it for the migos
first time i met a migo
i walked away with a kilo (kilo)
got a brick, shaq freethrow
hit the pot with the people’s elbow
never go out like nino (ayy)
i’m in the water like nemo (ayy)
who that is with the mink on? (ayy)
look at my paper, kinko’s (ayy)
shoot at the block then reload
shoot at the block then reload

[drop: kende]

[verse 2: lil yachty]
ball so hard, free throw
b-tch curl like a frito (yeah)
twenty bands, that’s for every show (yeah)
got an asian b-tch, she loves egg rolls
got a black b-tch with an att-tude
when i tell her no, she just neck-rolls
got a big sack and it’s so big
boy i swear to god i just can’t fold

[chorus: lil yachty]
i believe in you
they told you you can’t show them folks, you do
every b-tch in the world posters in their room
but i f-ck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
suck me in the living room
i believe in you
they told you you can’t show them folks, you do
every b-tch in the world posters in their room
but i f-ck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
suck me in the living room

[drop: kende]

[verse 2: quavo & lil yachty]
she treat a n-gg- like a boss
i call my shooter, take him off
hit the b-tton on the nos
young n-gg- taking off (yep)
got a shotty sawed off (yep)
i’m ’bout to f-ck her jaws off (yep)
put your b-tch on pause
they call me quavo j crawl
middle finger to the law
did what it takes to be boss
did what it takes to be boss
ayy
this for my n-gg-s who don’t ever take a loss
this for my n-gg-s locked up behind bars
this for my n-gg-s who need an extra push
they hated me like bush
but i’ma still rise, woah
and i put that on my guys
r.i.p. to all my soldiers in the sky

[outro: quavo]
ayy, drop my top on my foreign
ain’t no phones, no recording
got my guap in the morning
in that coupe, jeff gordon

[drop: kende]

- a trak

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