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letra de little durk - bl4ck fezco

[chorus]
fez
we ain’t beefin’ if you can’t show a thousand dollars
i put diamonds in my t–th and in all of my molars
i went up with my gang, now we all some ballers
what i make off a song you get in ten hours
i can’t beef with no minimum wage workers
they be making fake pages cause they lurkers
at the white function i’m orderin’ ordevs
keep my eyes open, i’m cautious like lil’ durk

[verse]
off of 8, i’m too lazy, i’m feelin’ too crazy
i’m rey skritt, off of that brand new mercedes
feel like fetty wap, i’m sellin’ cocaine
ever since the incident, i have not been the same
okay, okay, she said fez i want your baby
you know when i’m eatin’ the chicken, i put on the old bay
man it’s 2023, why you wearin’ obey?
i’m drippin’ in brands that you don’t know the name
l-y-b-b on my letterman
i shot so many opps, i’m a veteran
but i stopped had to focus on betterment
now i ran up the racks, feel magnificent
awesome, man i feel like i’m a possum
i don’t play none of these games, i don’t like when they joshing
if i don’t really know him, there’s a fair chance i’ll cross him
i’m a jerk on the beat, but i’m not from milwaukee
i’m a jerk on the beat, but i’m not from tennessee
love my girlfriend to death, she the only ten i see
i stay loyal forever, black men don’t cheat
if i catch me a opp, slam a bottle of hennessy on his head
i’m sorry, i just had to get it off my chest
i been up all night, man, i think it’s time to rest
yeah, i’m very paranoid, i wear a bulletproof vest
i don’t like none of you rappers, cuz i know i’m the best
feel like superman, i got my family crest on my chest
like, i feel like i’m ice when i really say like like
yeah, she said that she want me, she said it’s more than a like like
why on earth would you bring your hands to a knife fight
all it takes is one to the neck, you said bye-bye
i hate rappin’, i ain’t rappin’ no more
i’ma slam my head into the floor
all my opps is poor
all my opps is bad and they don’t do they chores
[chorus]
we ain’t beefin’ if you can’t show a thousand dollars
i put diamonds in my t–th and in all of my molars
i went up with my gang, now we all some ballers
what i make off a song you get in ten hours
i can’t beef with no minimum wage workers
they be making fake pages cause they lurkers
at the white function i’m orderin’ ordevs
keep my eyes open, i’m cautious like lil’ durk

- bl4ck fezco

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