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letra de same shit - babyfxce e

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[intro]
(it rains, n-ggas get wet, you know?)

[verse]
you want a verse and a vid, that sh-t separately
yeah, you got h-lla cheese, but no equities
i’m different, since you n-ggas pushin’ it, i’m pressin’ p
told a b-tch to take her clothes off and come wrestle me
throwing bullets while he ain’t lookin’, told him think fast
this ain’t a grand cherokee, n-gga, the jeep fast
keep one in the head, if you don’t, n-gga, that’s your ass
like saying you can put your seatbelt on before you get in a crash
naw, literally, that’s the same sh-t
i had to stop hanging around n-ggas, n-ggas be on lame sh-t
don’t claim you wanna be rich, ain’t do nothing to changе sh-t
last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the same sh-t
(last month, you had no hustlе, and this month, you on the same sh-t)
(just in the house playing the game, getting no pape’)
(last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the—) anyways
man, you n-ggas get your sh-t together
ain’t know i was the hardest young n-gga out of flint, n-gga, this a big refresher
in the motorboat with four poles on us, this fishing weather
chop talk every time you push its b-ttons, it’s a big confessor
got mac in the shop with a big compressor
b-tch keep trying to argue, my d-ck suppressed her
you speaking so highly on that b-tch and my d-ck caressed her
i ain’t even gotta use the chop, four-nick’ll stretch you
i ain’t even gotta shoot nothin’, gang pop sh-t
(d-mn, your gun hard, let me see), now this my sh-t
i open up these doors for these n-ggas, i’m a locksmith
your team need a center, they keep scorin’ on your block, b-tch
makin’ rollerworld money, on my block sh-t
b-tch, move your d-mn hand, that ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
sandpaper on the glock 22, i ain’t gon’ drop sh-t
i’m a cool dude, you’ll never catch me on no hot sh-t
unless somebody threaten me
i’ll have a rat run through your trap for that cheddar cheese
man, f-ck your plug, shop with ganja gods, they got better weed
mini drac’ burn his back up like leather seats

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