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letra de list - borleone

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[chorus]
give me a bankroll, making it flip
you ever cross me, boy, get put on a list
that chopper got him dancing, michael and chris
my auntie calling, boy, she geeking for dibs
i f-ck on that bad b-tch, call her kim
young borleone ballin’, jumpin’ out the gym
i catch me an opp, n-gg-, spin his bend
them good days, n-gg-, they come to an end

[verse 1]
i stayed down, young n-gg- had to get paid
i crawled out the mud, had to make a way
that traphouse jump, it’s nights in the j
might fly to cali, make her smuggle the play
i came from the jungle, runnin’ with some apes
the feds h-t the block, b-tch, i’m hopping the gate
might send you a band, just tell me the state
better watch your homie, boy, he can’t hold his weight
still stuck in the streets like runnin’ insane
i’m servin’ my auntie, i call it rich pain
came up from that stove, whippin’ on the yay
tryna run up an m, tryna run up a bag
i like a pretty redbone, so cl-ss
he talkin’ tough, he get left in the past
your favorite rapper broke, i give him a cast
i’m running to the money, chasing the cash
your homie faking, boy, we turn him to ash
i ride in that foreign, might digital dash
the feds get behind, then i hit the gas
i stay with my young n-gg-s, geekin’ to crash
that n-gg- hatin’, oh, he poutin’, he mad
i f-ck on his b-tch and smack on her -ss
she snaked his homie just to flex for the ’gram
my asian plug, call him richie tan

[chorus]
give me a bankroll, making it flip
you ever cross me, boy, get put on a list
that chopper got him dancing, michael and chris
my auntie calling, boy, she geeking for dibs
i f-ck on that bad b-tch, call her kim
young borleone ballin’, jumpin’ out the gym
i catch me an opp, n-gg-, spin his bend
them good days, n-gg-, they come to an end

[verse 2]
thirties and chops, we slang
stayed down in the trap, ran out of the way, bang
still servin’ them underhand
i done robbed my homie, n-gg-, off the xans
you jump in that street, better have a plan
your boyfriend hatin’, girl, that n-gg- a fan
i came with a drac’, big drum like a band
i came from servin’ off the pots and pans
can’t f-ck with a xan’, b-tch, p-ss me a perc’
that n-gg- fakin’, now that boy on a shirt
for talkin’ tough, took that boy off the earth
i trap on that concrete, from the dirt
finessing for the racks, that n-gg- is burnt
you play with my money, pull up, big worm
that b-tch really broke, she can’t get a perm
you play with borleone, that n-gg- gon’ learn

[outro]
young borleone, n-gg-
i’m sliding, i’m sliding
yeah, yeah, i’m sliding, n-gg-
yeah, yeah
it’s young borleone

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