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letra de 747 mafia - ace cino

these n-ggas, always talkin’ tough on the net
you should know that i keep a hundred rounds in the clip
throw a beat on and watch me play around with this b-tch
n-ggas actin’ like they never seen me actin’ like this
yeah it’s chi chi, you know that n-gga always with the sh-ts
get your party shot up if i call my n-gga prince
these amiri jeans got me drippin’ like i’m dritch
they be talkin’ bout nothin’ i can talk about some sh-t
i took risks they ain’t ever took sh-t but a sh-t
bro hit a l!ck and pulled up on me just to split it
these n-ggas p-ssy who the f-ck is they kiddin’
i been pimpin’, kickin’ hoes out the brib like smitty
hit a verse or a beat tell your n-ggas get with me
in the booth with a word got my n-gga stid with me
got a show tonight it’s about to get litty
told meech that my chain gotta be dancin’ like diddy
losin’ all the options so i had to get it poppin’
hit you with some knowledge like a n-gga went to college
n-ggas think they on my level, yeah i highly doubt it
lived a brazed life ya i can tell you everything about it
all this pain got me pourin’ up like a water fountain
sh-t stuck in my head and i’m tryna get it out it
dropped out of school, i still know how to count it
and other countries they know about me
dark clouds outside, plug parked outside
he know i can get him gone by the morning
bring a low rate back like an orbit
this sh-t bump natural i don’t force it
i can leave and still come back the man like jordan
i don’t sleep, open 24 hours tim hortons
off the percs, she said she feel my d-ck hit her organs
blood tax me for the drink i guess he thought it was a shortage
i ain’t brimpin’, i’m ridin’ round the city bumpin’ witnesses
this sh-t just simple, i got too much sh-t on my mental
i done doubled up like nipsey now i’m tryna make it triple
if you don’t like me, two fingers in the middle
carve my name in the ceilin’, people change like the seasons
take the label off the pop but you know what i’m drinkin’
why the f-ck do people think they know what i’m thinkin’
i don’t trust n-ggas i got too many reasons
i’m the king of this sh-t, frank white
how the f-ck is you broke that ain’t life
we did some wrongs we just tryna make right
but for me, son i’ma take you out in broad daylight
i don’t sleep b-tch i vamp in the woods with my camp
lightin’ woods like a lamp mafia i’m stamped
yea b-tch i am m him i ain’t shootin’ at the rim
i ain’t even in the gym, on the block like tim
i can feel the pressure liftin’ straight up off my shoulders
told my girl that i’ma put her in a new rover
in my way, you better move or get moved over
red bandana tied around my head like hogan
i can take these n-ggas berious, that’s my slogan
we gon’ make it out the hood that’s my only focus
make a hundred thou, spend thirty on a rolex
chi-chi get the yayo, but you already know that

- ace cino

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