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letra de something from nothin' - ade

[verse 1: adé]
uh, uhuh, huh
they like d-mn what you been on
i tell them nada throw my prada low slip-on
don’t be tryna let these n-gg-s know my every move
for that plottin’ keep a clip it go benny boo
give me room, we at papi in the back blowin’ pack like it’s hookah
just had two cups of the yat, shawty fat, introduce her (what’s good)
say she from chicago and she model for the gram
she do fashion nova products, do pilates when she can (oh yeah)
what’s the plan, let’s be on the way (on the way!)
call your friends, don’t call in today (whoo!)
i been in my bag ric flair been the move
probably somewhere where it’s sunny need my shade to come through (ooh)

[chorus: adé]
in the sun, made it out from night
for them hundreds, moving out the mayans, yeah
now they know me, tokyo to tennessee (they know me)
same homies (homies)
kept the same energy
keep it one thousand now i operate (hey!)
on my own tune never ride the wave (hey!)
god says for me you know i’ma get it
met justine twice so the sky ain’t the limit

[post-chorus: adé & rich the kid]
i been saving for the coupe, spent 6 fixin’ mama roof
i been in the booth, spittin’ writtens like a missing tooth
why you bullsh-tting your b-tch in my kitchen whippin’ up
youngin on a mission you want (rich!) recognition listen up

[verse 2: rich the kid]
what you been doin’? (what?)
rackin’ stackin’ flexing on purpose (huh?)
porsche swervin’ she nervous (yeah)
drop some racks in her birkin (racks)
ooh i gotta flex too (too)
50 my neck boo (fifty!)
might run with a tec too (hrrah)
my wrist is so cool
i got the money go double up (double up)
broke n-gg- get your hustle up (hustle up)
these little n-gg-s they can’t f-ck with us (f-ck with us)
bentley truck i might mount it up (skr skr skr!)
nah, don’t want the fake love (fake)
i can’t f-ck with no scrub (nah)
droppin’ hundreds in the tub (what)
cut her off for the mud

- ade

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