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letra de mthrfkr - black-ken

[verse 1: black-ken]
(yeah, uh, uh, let’s get it, uh, uh, let’s get it, yeah, yo)
i do that dash hop in that whip and let it sit low
i’m smoking gas straight out the bag it tastes like citgo
i get so bad i do no capping on the intro
they on my ass, i’m touching down, i feel like endzones
cause i said so-
smoking best dro
i heard you hating on me kid you need to let go
and it just don’t stop
shorty thick like plots
and i’m swearing i’m top, top shot
finna hit those spots, and i get more goop, and i’m swearing i got, got, got
going straight to the bank, but i laugh on the way, getting gwop like ha, ha, ha
getting do, re, mi but i’m so d-mn clean, that i’m smoking on la, la, la
and i’m on campaign but i pour champagne for my brother got bop, bop, bop-
cause i ain’t forgot
cause these n-ggas gonna hate, but they soo d-mn lame, that they ain’t gonna hold no spots
i ain’t finna throw shade, but he say he soo paid, and it’s really like, oh, no, not
and i’m with it all day, and i’m sitting on cake, and i’m looking like photo shop
(yeah, like photo shop)

[chorus: dj paint]
and we know that money calling we all over a check
i feel soo bad you like a joke that’s going over my head
we can’t be close cause i’m the one i know you want to forget
i had no plans to get you back and have you over again

[verse 2: black-ken]
what you sipping got you m.i.a
since i get this cash all type of ways
why i feel like y’all forgot my name
let’s get yellow diamonds lemonade
i stay about the change you know the mood
hit me about a check i’m on the route
bro i’m with the gang i gotta swoop
ain’t no double date she got me choosing (yeah, yeah)
in the fit
gucci flip
newest drip
smoking head bop
too legit
i’m whipping wrist
staying lit
at my trap spot

[verse 3: black-ken]
i bought a condo in the sky
more views than politics
i used to say that life’s a b-tch but it’s the opposite
i gotta shine inside this b-tch i call it polishing
i swear that you can’t see me now i’m riding 5%
see what i’m riding in (yo)
play me like violin
cracking this heineken
jacket from saint lauren
i need my dough cause i can’t go back to that life again
i’m about to slide inside that coup they call me spiderman
i swear that i don’t need your shade you treat me like a lamp
i’m still just trying to balance life don’t stand the slightest chance
mercedes parked outside
seen it from the beginning
these things i fantasized
took all my life to get it

- black ken

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