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letra de intro - afn peso

[intro}

mhm
mmhuh
mmhu
ya, you know me man
uh, ya

thank you —-

[verse 1]

i’m feeling like my time is now
i woke up this morning
finished out young
an now i’m back on it (i’m back on it)
tell these n-ggas suck a d-ck how they latched on it
an i can’t listen to their music ain’t no fact on it
an ain’t no favors for these n-ggas put some tax on it
i might just buy a benz truck and put a wrap on it
i might just [?] a b-tch off for like a half a ticket
i put a price tag on it if she wanna l!ck it

[verse 2]

no limit to this sh-t when you ain’t got no roof
fourfour bulldog when i blow it go ruff
we ain’t aiming for your legs, we gon aim for your roof
ain’t no body shots boy i’m going straight for that tooth
i’m a real n-gga baby you ain’t see all that proof?
i just left cabo i should of went to cancun
feeling like ronaldo because i be kicking sh-t too
she a bust down thottie i think i found another boo
[verse 3}

new red bottoms they got her walking like a cеntipede
you bettеr hold on to her, she act different when in front of me
throw your doves up loser, you finally f-cking with the winning team
you gotta watch these hoes, don’t even trust the b-tch that live with me
gotta watch these groupie b-tches they been tryna get with me
ain’t no room at the table, but these n-ggas tryna sit with me
ain’t did sh-t for the team, but you think you gon be lit with me
ion trust too many, you n-ggas ain’t ever did sh-t for me

uhuh
mmm
uhuh
ya, uh

[verse 4]

ballin on a budget, but i’m still ballin’
i told her i need sp-ce, but she still callin’
a crill n-gga winning, this ain’t new orleans
came from the dirt to a two-story
no this ain’t no fiction, this a true story
been getting money, not no new story
she ain’t need no liquor to get loose for me
you say you wanna ball, tell me what you gonna do for it
i be up early, n-ggas sleep in
n-ggas treat every day like it is the weekend
i ain’t do no partyin’ or freakin’
i been trynna touch the money p-ssy n-gga geekin’
all my chains on an they clinkin’
i spit the dope sh-t they be fiending
they ask me what it stands for, i say it ain’t for nun
we with the sh-t, but all we wanna to do is ball for fun

- afn peso

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