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letra de all facts - bapecj

[intro]

pepperjack zoe

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f-ck these lame ass n-ggas out here clout chasing
been getting money since a teen and you still hating
did it on my own i ain’t never need no help
louie on my feet wit shirt and the belt
he was talking crazy now his brains on the shelf
yea i started wit a team everybody came and left
the fame came now everybody need some help
but i’m thuggin making cheese so i’m good by myself
hold on lemme take it back yea just a minute
when i was brokе then all them hoes said i’m finishеd
now it’s 2021 like some glue they be sticking
now everybody mad cause they can’t f-ck wit me
i ain’t swipe sh-t i just made it off a living
and i be mia like i’m face i be chilling
the rollie 20 bands if wanna pay the ticket
and the chain cost the same i know you see the diamonds in it
and i be out the way like said mia
on real sh-t baby i just really want the face
ion trust sh-t all these hoes out here lame
and i stay to myself cause they just want the fame
but really i’m the goat
and i already know cause yo b-tch be wit me wit d-ck in her throat
you calling her now but she already gone
when she answer the phone she already home
b-tch
can’t be f-cked wit
try to rob me and them n-ggas up stick
and i stay low key cause ion trust sh-t
cause n-ggas change everyday like a new fit
real n-gga when i rap it’s all facts
walk in my shoes for a day they from saks
he all in that stand sixnine he a rat
and ain’t sh-t cap n-gga ion see a hat
boy
they say i’m out cold
keep sh-t to myself yea my mouth closed
yea i’m out the way i can’t trust no soul
and i’m on plane now b-tch i’m long gone
like i said b-tch it’s all facts
don’t play with me boy this ain’t all rap
try to take sum from me and it’s all bad
that boy turn witness on me when i up mag
stupid ass boy now i’m rich
he talking sh-t now he wanna go and make a diss
ain’t hear a sound then i was down on my d-ck
now i stack cheese higher than the weed that i get
n-ggas ain’t real better watch who you wit
you’ll tell them bout a girl they’ll slide on that b-tch
keep it low key you don’t know who i’m wit
but probably wit a b-tch still stuck with a stick
man this rap sh-t really just another sport
ion miss wit this sh-t like how i shoot on the court
n-ggas want smoke till they cooked like pork
cause that choppa stir em up wit a spoon no fork
yea i’m the goat and got it on my own
imma stand that on that sh-t till i put my n-ggas on
they say keep going but already gone
i ain’t stopping till the rollie bust down to tone
yea this rap sh-t i really do wit no effort
f-cking wit the gang we’ll put you in a stretcher
all this money stacked this some sh-t you can’t measure
and it’s more on the way i’m just waiting on the letter
all this ice on man i think i need a sweater
imma keep going hard wit sh-t till i’m better
i’m bag chaser like a mouse i want cheddar
and the day you see me stop sh-t i can’t so it’s never
b-tch!

- bapecj

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