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letra de palm angels - armani caesar

[intro]
uh, yeah
ac, n-gga
yo, yo

[verse]
let me tell you ’bout this n-gga, make my old n-gga look like sh-t, huh
look like sh-t (uh-huh)
and now since i left, now my old n-gga hooked like sh-t, huh
got him hooked like sh-t (uh-huh)
he the type of n-gga, gettin’ money but don’t look like it (right)
not like these broke n-ggas tryna look like mitch, huh
type of n-gga holdin’ bottles up for pics (yeah)
wanna hold a bankroll so it look like his, nah
he a g so i hooked him in (uh-huh)
showed him how good i could cook them bricks (woo)
he said “d-mn, ma, how you cook like this?”
f-ck like a ho but still look like [?]
he say he heard i was on some gold dig sh-t (what?)
i told him, “nah, i’m just the type of b-tch that look right rich”, huh (facts)
and hе took a b-tch in as is (uh-huh)
i ain’t had to front or wear no tight sh-t, uh
down to earth, she ’bout hеrs, my word (my word)
and he put a n-gga in dirt about her (about her)
pulled his coattail as soon as i got word
that some n-ggas tryna snitch on n-ggas that got work (watch out for him)
i’d ride for mines, grind for mines (uh-huh)
pull the trigger for a n-gga, i’d die for mines (die for mines)
police at the door, i’d lie for mines (lie for mines)
talk big sh-t to ’em while he hide the nines (what up?)
now we livin’ in the ever lap of luxury (luxury)
i’m realizin’ that you didn’t have to f-ck with me (uh-huh)
but you did, now i’m goin’ all out, kid (uh-huh)
and i got mad love to give, you my motherf-ckin’ n-gga (woo)
you my motherf-ckin’ n-gga
[skit: justice, lucky & jessie]
“justice: let’s cut the bullsh-t, okay? now what do you really, really want from me? you wanna smell my punani?
lucky: yeah, yeah
justice: you like that, huh?
lucky: mm-hmm
justice: hold on a minute, baby. jessie?
jessie: yeah?
justice: come here for a minute, please
jessie: what?
justice: this fine young dark brother said he wanna smell my punani
jessie: really? punani?
justice: yeah. should i let him?
jessie: yeah. -blows breath on his face- so what do you think?
lucky: you need to get your ass some breath mints. crazy black b-tches…”

- armani caesar

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