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letra de rap like i'm broke - big celly

[intro]
(ayy, desto)
hmm, aw, yeah, lil’-ass n-gga
(cvs, 4eva lit, n-gga)
yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm (ayy)

[chorus]
i’ll show you this sh-t (i’ll show you this sh-t), you gotta pay me to know (you gotta pay me, n-gga)
b-tch, i’ll pay you to go, i got an eighthy to blow (hmm)
the sh-t i be rappin’ ’bout, i’ll wake up and do (hmm)
bro, you ain’t really got no money, you just rap like you do (hmm)
bro, i rap like i’m broke, i have a hundred put up
you make a hundred a year, i got a hundred right here
my n-gga tang got the drac’, gon’ leave a n-gga lifeless
my whole crew thinkin’ ’bout chains and bustin’ watches

[verse]
this sh-t fire, it’s the bomb, bro, this sh-t atomic (sh-t fire)
this bust rollie in this b-tch not aftermarket (it’s not aftermarket)
oh my god, tsunami as f-ck, gotta watch her (you gotta watch her)
yeah, baby, you been doing good, no, actually, phenomenal (yeah, actually, phenomenal)
might put a 36 on you so you can pop it too, huh, huh (pop it too)
i got too many hoes to drive a coupe (yeah)
louis skates on, tell tony hawk what i’ma do
i got big-ass grown-man money, it done grew (i got grown-man paper)
huh, baby think she caught (skrrt), i’m thinkin’ this b-tch off
srt, the whip came with that mode that’s gon’ make it launch
this b-tch should get to walkin’
this a motherf-ckin’ switch, boy, this b-tch awesome (motherf-ckin’ switch)
hmm, i got richer than a b-tch, my mama thought she lost me (richer than a b-tch)
hmm, now i send her five thousands every so often (five thou-wow)
i buy a four of trish when i get to coughin’ (trish)
swear to god, n-gga, i been ballin’ (ballin’ on ’em)
i swear to god, i’ll drop a n-gga, try to guard me (i swear to god)
he probably told that lil’ b-tch she had to wait ’til friday (wait ’til friday, baby, yeah)
huh, huh, lil’ bro, don’t worry about what i pay
just know that it’s a lower number ’cause i’m grabbin’ way more
i’ll k!ll a n-gga, go and change my name on ’em (change my name on ’em)
my ‘fit came exaggerated, but my watch plain (my watch plain)
my shoes fifteen hundred, but my top eight (huh)
to add all this sh-t up, gon’ need a calculator
[chorus]
i’ll show you this sh-t, you gotta pay me to know (gotta pay me to know)
b-tch, i’ll pay you to go, i got an eighthy to blow (yeah, lil’-ass n-gga)
the sh-t i be rappin’ ’bout, i’ll wake up and do (i’ll wake up and do)
bro, you ain’t really got no money, you just rap like you do (you ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ money, n-gga)
bro, i rap like i’m broke, i have a hundred put up (i rap like i’m broke)
you make a hundred a year, i got a hundred right here (i got a hundred right here)
my n-gga tang got the drac’, gon’ leave a n-gga lifeless (leave a n-gga dead)
my whole crew thinkin’ ’bout chains and bustin’ watches (on baby, n-gga)

[outro]
huh, yeah
got a hundred here, i got a hundred right here, n-gga

- big celly

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