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letra de glitch - badda td

[chorus: badda td]
if they gave pay for being real, my n-gga i would be rich
i put pain in all them sounds, they said i wouldn’t be sh-t
mama told me i’ll prevail, i feed the streets with these nicks
my homie tired of the cell, he in the jail for these bricks
these chips, these chicks
i fell in love with the streets, b-tch
won’t snitch, plead fifth
life is a game, i’ma g glitch
g sh-t, don’t miss
i shoot my shot on the beat, swish
take risk, don’t trip
they said we won’t, then we both did

[verse 1: badda td]
old b-tch, old sh-t
ain’t going back to that broke sh-t
throw hit, go rick
he wanna play give ’em wholе clip
they watching my life it’s a whole clip
i put in that pain for thе whole clique
i never switch on the bros, skip
to all them days where we tote grips
and a n-gga ain’t fine in the mornin’
waking up mournin’, missing my dawgies
for them n-ggas that think they on sh-t
bro keep clips, he ain’t missing no target
how we came from the mud, now we ballin’
why i never drop, say a young n-gga stallin’
tried to sell me some perc’s, ain’t want it
working all night, ain’t sleep from mornin’
[chorus: badda td]
if they gave pay for being real, my n-gga i would be rich
i put pain in all them sounds, they said i wouldn’t be sh-t
mama told me i’ll prevail, i feed the streets with these nicks
my homie tired of the cell, he in the jail for these bricks
these chips, these chicks
i fell in love with the streets, b-tch
won’t snitch, plead fifth
life is a game i’ma g glitch
g sh-t, don’t miss
i shoot my shot on the beat, swish
take risk, don’t trip
they said we won’t, then we both did

[verse 2: rowdy rebel]
man, don’t get me back on my bullsh-t
ridin’ ’round with a full clip
water dripping like a faucet
’cause the sh-t on my neck it be costless
i came a long way from this street sh-t
runnin’ round with my heat b-tch
runnin’ round trying cap sh-t
runnin’ round trying whack sh-t
no cap, b-tch
they said all this trap sh-t
run this rap sh-t
but i ain’t never trap
i just whack sh-t
i tried to do scams
it wasn’t happening
card was cracking
plus we always had action
n-gga, i do no chattin’
only time you see me, chain snappin’
i mean no questions i’m asking
my reaction
fire fltttt like a dragon
b-tch, i’m pistol packin’
b-tch, i keep my ratchet
[?] n-gga, yeah, i get i cracking
pull up on that n-gga all in traffic
[chorus: badda td]
if they gave pay for being real, my n-gga, i would be rich
i put pain in all them sounds, they said i wouldn’t be sh-t
mama told me i’ll prevail, i feed the streets with these nicks
my homie tired of the cell, he in the jail for these bricks
these chips, these chicks
i fell in love with the streets, b-tch
won’t snitch, plead fifth
life is a game, i’ma g glitch
g sh-t, don’t miss
i shoot my shot on the beat, swish
take risk, don’t trip
they said we won’t, then we both did
old b-tch

- badda td

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