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letra de you can see - blac youngsta

[intro: blac youngsta]
what you pourin’ up, bruh?
what you poured, huh?
(sh-t, dreko)
it feel like we dreamin’
p-ssy n-gga dream, wise up
gang gang

[chorus: lil migo]
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (no)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes

[verse 1: lil migo]
so what’s up with these lil’ n-ggas? must forgot i’m in the city
i stay strapped up with this glizzy, my ‘stendos, they hold a fifty
you play, then it be a k!lling, i say that not to be silly
got k’s with banana peels and they apin’, let’s start the bidding
play with the gang, then we knock off your top (top)
young n-gga came from thе block
i found me a route, it led mе to guap
thankin’ the man that’s up top
you know a lil’ n-gga be hot as the pot
doin’ donuts off the lot
i grinded for everything i went and got (d-mn)
remember them nights i was tired
stop all the cryin’ (cryin’)
steady be sayin’ i be lyin’ (what?)
know i’m out here on the grind
no time for these b-tches, don’t do wine and dine (nah)
you can get cooked with the iron
i made me a living off spittin’ these rhymes (grrt)
who knew that ballin’ a crime
i feel like lebron when he in his prime (swish)
[chorus: lil migo]
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (no)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (no)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
yeah, gang gang
i guess get money in my genes
i got the four-four with the beam
that’s my favorite gun, i ain’t never left it on the crime scene
if god’d never turned me to a millionaire, i promise i wouldn’t really care
i’d be still servin’ them fiends (what up?)
still blowin’ kush dope in the air
and i wanna thank my big brother for every f-ckin’ thing
these rap n-ggas, they p-ssy
they ain’t really exactly like they seem
i put that sh-t on my set
if you play with migo, you gon’ get hit with the machine
i took a private jet to nyc just to get some lean
i’m at the trap right now, you can come see me
i’ma serve you like a king
mix the lean with my pineapple fanta, you know i get stuck
almost forgot what i did when i shot up my opps, you know i give no f-cks
had to remind myself and i went back again (what i do?), and k!lled my opps myself (grrt)
everybody know what happened to that n-gga ran in my crib
i left that p-ssy on the steps, gang gang
[chorus: lil migo]
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (no)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (no)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes

[verse 3: big homiie g]
either way, i’m gon’ get me some money (some money)
kicked the b-tch out, she ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me (she ain’t doin’ sh-t for me)
let her tell it, she swearin’ she love me (she love me)
you know me, i ain’t carin’ ’bout nothin’ (i ain’t carin’ ’bout nothin’)
put my heart in my pocket, i sat on it (i sat on it)
watch me jump ten-or-four, wanna bet on it? (wanna bet on it?)
i been poppin’ these percs, need to check on me (need to check on me)
so much drank in my cup, made a mess on me (ugh)
hit the b-tch and i told her get lost (get lost)
got a trap in the south, it get off (it get off)
if it’s smellin’ like p-ss, then it’s bought (ooh)
scottie pippen ’cause that’s what it cost (that’s what it cost)
hit the gas, don’t you hear the exhaust? (skrrt skrrt)
this a track’, this b-tch cost me some racks (some racks)
couple hitters, they trail me in scats (skrrt skrrt)
yellin’ out, “f-ck 12,” them facts (them facts), yeah
[chorus: lil migo]
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (nope)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes
mix the lean with a pineapple fanta, know that i’m too geeked (geeked)
never trust you a b-tch or a n-gga far as you can see (nope)
always knew i was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (grrt)
like to count up the money, i guess get money in my genes

- blac youngsta

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