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letra de gone - art jones

[intro]
yeah
mmm
f-ck
yeah

[chorus]
sorry ma but i been thuggin’ like its nothing, (nothing)
deep off in these streets you know a youngin’ gotta hustle, (hustle)
yeah i got lil mya and lil art you know i love ya, (i luh’ you)
b-tch you f-ck with me you f-ck with mine and then ill bust ya (bow, bow)
they told me fake it til you make it i ain’t faking imma take it, (take it)
b-tch i’m on my grind and n-ggas hate but they can’t break it, (uh)
rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so b-tch i face it, (uh)
yspkg catch me in traffic b-tch i’m racing, (i’m racing)
[verse 1: art jones]
n-gga ain’t got no patience, (patience)
n-gga not complacent, (complacent)
yeah i’m in the building but a n-gga in the bas-m-nt, (bas-m-nt)
tryna see the attic but my love for cash is racist, (is racist)
house full of blue faces, (faces)
take the green and rake it, don’t mistake it i be chilling but i’m f-cked up
i’m from new orleans it ain’t sh-t to get you bust up
i’m mc hammer with this glizzy you can’t touch us
i jacked that n-gga and told that n-gga you shouldn’t’ve trust us

[chorus]
sorry ma but i been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle)
yeah i got lil mya and lil art you know i love ya, (i luh’ you)
b-tch you f-ck with me you f-ck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow bow)
they told me fake it til you make it i ain’t faking imma take it, (uh) b-tch i’m on my grind and n-ggas hate but they can’t break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so b-tch i face it, (uh)
yspkg catch me in traffic b-tch i’m racing, (i’m racing)

[verse 2: art jones]
just a n-gga rolling swishas with the cali co, (cali co)
i’m tryna get to california not to cali yo, (to cali yo)
this sh-t get cold like minnesota but i’m a soldier, (soldier)
9 off in my pocket but the 40 leave you toe’ up, (toe’ up)
sick lil b-tch i throw up, (throw up)
twist and ima pour up, (pour up)
i can only go up, (go up)
i used to be a soldier but now everybody know us, (know us)
hit the club the b-tches show me love i make em blow us, (blow us) once i cut them b-tches off f-ck her i don’t know her (know her)
[chorus]
sorry ma but i been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle) yeah i got lil mya and lil art you know i love ya, (i luh’ you)
b-tch you f-ck with me you f-ck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow, bow)
they told me fake it til you make it i ain’t faking imma take it, (uh) b-tch i’m on my grind and n-ggas hate but they can’t break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so b-tch i face it, (face it)
yspkg (yeah) catch me in traffic b-tch i’m racing, (i’m racing)

[verse 3: art jones]
make em’ skeet all on your street they call me creepy, (creepy)
used to come through with the heart cos to sling that sh-t was easy, (uh)
n-gga ain’t no freebies f-ck them n-ggas on the tv b-tch i do this sh-t in 3d, (uh)
copy flip repeat it til i cop that lamborghini
these n-ggas don’t want no beef but all these n-ggas wanna be me, (uh)
rollin’ in that benzo got new charges but i beat it, (beat it)
mj on these b-tches billie jean just caught my s-m-n, (uh)
n-gga i’m in these streets so catch a n-gga with the heater

[chorus]
sorry ma but i been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle) yeah i got lil mya and lil art you know i love ya, (i luh’ you)
b-tch you f-ck with me you f-ck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow, bow)
they told me fake it til you make it i ain’t faking imma take it, (uh) b-tch i’m on my grind and n-ggas hate but they can’t break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so b-tch i face it, (uh)
yspkg catch me in traffic b-tch i’m racing , (yeah)

- art jones

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