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letra de 5am in ny - big yaya

[intro]
(brrr)
who really here, uh
who really here, i look around (ya, ya, ya)
who really here, i look around
who really here, i look around
who really here, i look around
who really
i look around, who really here (ya)
look around, who really
ya
look around, who really here
i look around, who really here
i look around, who really here, uh
(ya, ya)
(powr up)

[chorus]
i look around, who really here
i ain’t telling my problems, who really care?
bro got a drum and it came with no snare
grandma died, last time dropped a tear
ain’t talking money, i act like i can’t hear
i still bust sales, just gotta tell me where
no less than thirty hundreds on the sh-t i wear
just chasing my dreams, don’t think i don’t care
[verse]
elevator don’t work, i gotta take stairs
if you see what i seen, i swear you’d be scared
thousand dollar cup, i don’t drink belaire
i swear real people getting rare
and the whole world getting weird
i had none, n-ggas still shared
have a glidda in the streets, gotta be prepared
i was broke, had the plug, got repaired
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout reshares
breaking the curse, my fam grow for years
bro out, went away, come home in ten years
my blidda got more tools than sears
f-ck a pint, i need stocks and shares
you ain’t taking my seat, this ain’t musical chairs
ma’ said “when you gon’ pop?” i told her “a few years”
free the unit, yaya boppin’ on a tear
wanna give me time, i want a chandelier
got it better than the whole city, this ain’t fair
magic with the pack i touch it, it disappear
was talking all that sh-t, now he in the air
fake love, yeah i feel it in the air
that fake sh-t, yeah i feel it in the air
tryna use a n-gga, yeah i feel it in the air
i’m greedy but a n-gga still share
ten toes down, ten hundreds each pair
sutphin n-gga, but i was in the woods like a deer
my head in another place but i’m here
if it’s money there then i’m there
ma’ told me “[?]” went out the other ear
vvs’s, make ya hoe stare
[chorus]
i look around, who really here
i ain’t telling my problems, who really care?
bro got a drum and it came with no snare
grandma died, last time dropped a tear
ain’t talking money, i act like i can’t hear
i still bust sales, just gotta tell me where
no less than thirty hundreds on the sh-t i wear
i’m just chasing my dreams, don’t think i don’t care

- big yaya

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