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letra de leaders of a new era - big shey

(intro)

then the b-tch say my name

you know me man, i’m always with that smooth sh-t

models, clothes, money, you know what it is, raw

verse 1 (big shey)

never had love for that weak sh-t
n-gga’s talking gibberish cause they wish that they were wit us
yeah

now they saying that i ain’t sh-t
won’t give me recognition tryna k!ll my ambition

but i am never stressing, this money i’m caressing
raw is how i’m dressing, this is real sh-t

smoking up my troubles then i’m ashin’ out, ashin’ out you f-ck n-gga’s
that are tryna cast me out

but they can’t outlast me now, i’m am made for this sh-t you n-ggas is so plastic wow
me and l just p-ssin’ loud, plotting up our next plan, yeah we just surp-ssing now
can’t wait to be cashin out, cause the money is the motive that’s….. all i care about

so if you want to know my whereabouts, i’m headed to the bank, chilling wit them franks, moving up in rank, putting dolla signs in my name like hilary $w-nk! shey

chorus x2

we doing what we want to

we doing what we made for

if you ain’t wit rawfit then what the f-ck you claim boy

verse 2 (lethal)

but he frontin’ on versace naming all of them designer brands
look in closer homie i meant i’m the best designer d-mn
if not, it gotta be the lord since he designed the man
that designed this plan, i decline your hand
compet-tion got no competence
ain’t complicated just know that we got nothing in common man
that’s common sense even haters gotta love the rhyming fam
more hunger than a year-round ramadan, y’all boys ain’t relevant
turn these levi’s to a morgue as i embalm these presidents

they deceased, rest in peace
only friendly with my n-gga benji
he keep it 100 that’s all that i need
and frankly… doubt y’all ready
anne frank g, y’all can’t see me
why your whole camp concentrated on we?
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me please
it’s a holocaust if you f-ck with my team

dreams. man every got them
i just wanna make the priest say “god d-mn.”
schemes. dawg i gotta plot them
champagne bottles, boy i wanna pop ten
jeans. son i gotta stock them
couldn’t -ssist me if you was john stockton
you got issues with the rook then solve them
i already know d-mn well im a problem

- big shey

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