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letra de race me - altoy

[hook]
no shoes on my breaks nah i’m glued to my ways
you’ll lose if we race all i knew was my place
slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
sprite in my cup but it’s hue says it’s grape
b-tch take a sip don’t ask me how it tastes
put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
like the gloss that you face

[verse 1]
i can’t run around getting too attached
sh-t ain’t adding up do the math
slap a b-tch if needed i’m conceded got no rivalries
if i got a hoe i know she would die for me
thinking i should white my t–th
get some grills under my cheeks
see reflections when i speak
gеtting f-cked nickels looking like a dimе a piece
asking what i do, flippin packs and rhyme to beats
only important hands that i shake
there are no arms on a snake
just know that i’ma great
see me spitting meet me face to face
you can catch a fade i will catch a body
any time of day you’re not getting saved momma always prays that’s my saving grace
all you can do when your sons up in sp-ce
ashamed of all the drugs that i take
still i’ll say i’m the best till i’m blue in the face
[hook]
no shoes on my breaks nah i’m glued to my ways
you’ll lose if we race all i knew was my place
slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
sprite in my cup but it’s hue says it’s grape
b-tch take a sip don’t ask me how it tastes
put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
like the gloss that you face

[verse 2]
got money on me just to get a rush
never needed mush just to level up
going harder than sediment
f-cking b-tches that carry themselves with elegance everything i say is evident
forward with it no retrospect
but still i get expensive retro specs
comin first never neck to neck
me and this sh-t go hand in hand like
a couple with their toes in the sand
always a hunnid with it but the flow is a band
all i knows the chance i just spoke demands
and they rose from my hands like a bouquet
every hour feels like a new day
spend another blue face
sippin on the d’usse
true say coming at a new pace
two phones yeah i got two names
true say coming at a new pace
two phones yeah i got two names
[hook]
no shoes on my breaks nah i’m glued to my ways
you’ll lose if we race all i knew was my place
slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
sprite in my cup but it’s hue says it’s grape
b-tch take a sip don’t ask me how it tastes
put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
like the gloss that you face

- altoy

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