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letra de ftw - aaron rose

[chorus]
where should i begin?
i came here to win
again and again
ain’t nothin’ risked
me and my friends makin’ these m’s
pull up in a benz, huh, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya
b-tch, i’m lit, can’t tell me “stop”
all these haters try to knock
got that yola and reebok
kicked through the door, i bust the lock
n-gg-, legend like detox
this that [?] rock
we ’bout to spark, never stop
westbrook n-gg- [?], yeah

[verse 1]
ooh, b-tch i might shoot
straight out the roof
my team we breakin’ the rules
uh, i put the work like i clock in
your b-tch on my line, if i [?]
that b-tch all on me like velcro
flex when i stunt like a elbow
back to back, i flow like [?]
they love the hate, see it all through the telescope
i can’t relate
[?] my waist
i know that money is time
my n-gg-s suit up like it’s prime
get the bag only, that is the prime
objective, b-tch, respected
stay one hundred like on a big dipper
object, see consequences
bury bone in your b-tch, i might hit her, ooh

[verse 2]
i made a mil at 21
then doubled up at 22
my n-gg-s got plenty guns
if i point them out, they gon’ shoot (uh)
doin’ donuts in the coupe
youngest n-gg- on the loose
i deserve it, i do
did 10,000 in the stu (facts)
ain’t talkin’ bands, i’m talkin’ hours
’cause i need the money and the power
the respect levels on the dials
yeah, sit ’em down, stick a crown on
f-ck being humble, let your nuts hang
i’m ready to run, my n-gg-, come bang
middle fingers out the mustang
i’m ridin’ round like i’m bruce wayne
hundred racks in my safe
-beep- by my waist
try to run in my place
catch shots in the face
and i bet i beat the case
i can show you real gang stuff
[?]
couple mil in my base yeah

[chorus]
where should i begin?
i came here to win
again and again
ain’t nothin’ risked
me and my friends makin’ these m’s
pull up in a benz, huh, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya

[refrain]
where should i begin?
i came here to win
again and again
ain’t nothin’ risked
me and my friends makin’ these m’s
pull up in a benz, huh, k!llin’ ya, k!llin’ ya

[verse 3]
k!llin’ em, n-gg-, i’m k!llin’ ’em
[?] gilligan, i was k!llin’ em
straight kendall [?]
and here it begins, countin’ my wins, a thousand and ten of ’em
n-gg-s is mice, i’ma make men of ’em
n-gg-s is nice, word to your woman friend
i’m tryna get it in, you know how it go
i put her on to my bro’s
you a [?] savin’ for hoes
but these highs weigh out the lows
so i’m smokin’ all alone
in my zone
i swear i be k!llin’ ’em
buffalo billin’ ’em just like a [?]
lean off the addy just like i’m supposed to
young n-gg- just doin’ the most
most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most

- aaron rose

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