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letra de i digress - amiri wayne

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focus on a plan
i just wanna move, wanna travel to j-pan
louis bag, h-lla bands chillin in the bag
i can’t be that mad if i pop another tag
hating on a n-gga, pop out marni, i’m a spaz
pop out at the dealership, might cop me a new jag
peanut b-tter interior, the outside look like jam
5% tint in this b-tch, no please don’t stare
b-tches in the backseat of my coupe, no i don’t care
b-tches play with my head, i blame it on curly hair
i might twist my sh-t up, i might just pull up wit the dreads
i might dye might sh-t up, neither less, b-tch i digress

planning out my shows, even though i ain’t have one yet
f-ckin on these hoes, even though i ain’t drop one track
uh
funny how this sh-t goes, i was just in my love debt
if we disconnect, sorry b-tch, don’t want you back
the connection was just fine but i question bluetooth yeah
i know love’ll make you blind, turn you stevie wonder yeah
i know love be hard to find, that’s why i get so depressed
now i gotta be on my sh-t
collecting dead presidents
the 20’s, 50’s, & 100’s
i know most of it is coming
i do not walk it, i run it
isn’t this sh-t that ironic
baby, i’m smokin on chronic
fillin my lungs with exotic
tattoos on my body
i might link, just with your shawty
i’m not trying to backsp-ce
baby, i done told you that i’m not goin be in last place
got my cash straight, yea i’m heading out
i got pain in my lungs b-tch i breath it out
negativity in my life, b-tch i leave it out
i know you different & you weird but just hear me out
you let demons corrupt your spirit, think i hear’em now
you been drinkin h-lla liquor, what’s a fair about

focus on a plan
i just wanna move, wanna travel to j-pan
louis bag, h-lla bands chillin in the bag
i can’t be that mad if i pop another tag
hating on a n-gga, pop out marni, i’m a spaz
pop out at the dealership, might cop me a new jag
peanut b-tter interior, the outside look like jam
5% tint in this b-tch, no please don’t stare
b-tches in the backseat of my coupe, no i don’t care
b-tches play with my head, i blame it on curly hair
i might twist my sh-t up, i might just pull up wit the dreads
i might dye might sh-t up, neither less, b-tch i digress

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