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letra de everything - backend foreign

(simo fre just k!lled it)

(chorus)
i made it out the south, searching for love on the east
i been so geeked off drugs, i can’t even think for the team
i’m inconsiderate, know they depending on me
(d-mn, my baad)
if it ain’t about that pape’ that mean you speaking chinese
thumbin’ through them blues, now them dubs on the floor
lil b-tch from the raq’, i hit and left her on broke
before my cup was done, patty poured another 4
i say it everytime, “i ain’t sippin’ no mo”
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i bought me a heart and i bought me a bigger brain
i bought me more eyes so i can see everything (yeah)

(verse 1)
they lookin’ over me like midgets, they gone spin for me like fidgets
soul ties with different women, i been f-ckin’ politicians
black truck, we presidential, and my rolex presidential
driver take me through the hood, i’m still prayin’ for the trenches
they got my dog still payin’ for his freedom
1,000 bows gone, it’s payin’ for his freedom
we still lookin’ out the window for the people
i got a couple n-ggas round’ but i don’t need him
(i’m still, hm, you know, i’ma handle my own smoke whenever this sh-t go on, you know, 16 bet)

(chorus)
i made it out the south, searching for love on the east
i been so geeked off drugs, i can’t even think for the team
i’m inconsiderate, know they depending on me
(d-mn, my baad)
it ain’t about that pape’ that mean you speaking chinese
thumbin’ through them blues, now them dubs on the floor
lil b-tch from the raq, i hit and left her on broke
before my cup was done, patty poured another 4
i say it everytime, “i ain’t sippin’ no mo”
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i bought me a heart and i bought me a bigger brain
i bought me more eyes so i can see everything (yeah)

(verse 2)
triple cross up on my knee, i’m prayin’ for my felons
i ran it up and i got out, before the streets got deadly
free lil (?) up out that (?), he beatin’ up his celly’s
i don’t care if you bm, can’t let no lil hoe stress me
i got too many main hoes, can’t double tap they recents
i’m the type to treat a model b-tch like she decent
you the type to k!ll yourself, you find out that she leaving
i’m the type that treat her like she dead, while she breathing
(chorus)
i made it out the south, searchin’ for love on the east
i been so geeked off drugs, i can’t even think for the team
i’m inconsiderate, know they depending on me
(d-mn, my baad)
if it ain’t about that pape’, that mean you speaking chinese
thumbin’ through them blues, now them dubs on the floor
lil b-tch from the raq’, i hit and left her on broke
before my cup was done, patty poured another 4
i say it everytime, “i ain’t sippin’ no mo”
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i hate when they tell you that money ain’t everything
i bought me a heart and i bought me a bigger brain
i bought me more eyes so i can see everything (yeah)

- backend foreign

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