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letra de 808s & nothing - brahman

[intro: mo]
mo, yuh
shout-out ncr, shout-out summer gang ’17
we on it man, it’s lit
let’s get it

[verse: mo]
state facts, but no carfax
just get left, but i’ll be right back
just vibe like i’m kodak
cop some polaroids for the throwbacks
then switch
don’t give no f-cks up in this b-tch
strictly for the turn-up and sh-t
tape on the way
no and my brothers never hate
ncr strictly be the gang
mune made us, but mo made me
spend a whole 14, like the letter z
this a k!lling spree, and now i can’t breathe
a demon in me, tryna be me
he bought the bigger screen, thats why i make music
spittin’ that true sh-t while still bein’ ruthless
you lyin’ in the booth, b-tch
better pay your booth friend or do what i do and go get your own fool
tryna steal my flow, b-tch
i switch my flows quick
that’s that real motion
flow is the dopest
these n-ggas hoeses, b calls me moses
a crown of roses, stay on my toeses
i’m on my 10 while these n-ggas, they lack
so f-ckin wack, gotta pick up the slack
y’all whip them bricks, but i don’t need no crack
y’all trippin’ sh-t but i’m runnin’ the track
[break: brahman]
run the track, run the track, run the track
don’t give a f-ck ’till i pile a million hunnid stacks
bury you under that
where did you go, make your family wonder that
hit your b-tch from the front and back
keepin’ her runnin’ back, makin’ her run the track
man it sure look like she wanted that, d-mn
nothin’ but 808s, yeah man they love to hate
n-ggas with rattles, they babies and f-ckin’ snakes

[verse: brahman]
yeah man, i’m doin’ so f-ckin’ great
stay on the watch, cause these n-ggas late
stuck in they ways, like a roll of tape
yeah they stay whinin’ like f-ckin’ grapes
better with time like a chardonette
stay in your lane, n-gga pardon me
me and mo gonna go hard today
bars coming quick, when you hear it you start to say (d-mn son)
it’s all about the wave
p-ssy n-gga gon’ stay hatin’ in his grave
debatin’ if i save him
love that i gave him, they never repaid him
i’mma say the name again verbatim
808s and nothing else, n-gga
you can hate me, but the team much bigger
slappin’ that half and half, bounce like tigga
brahman stay rappin’ that flame, no cigga
‘yuh
[interlude: brahman and mo]
don’t stand in our corner
me and mo ignore ’em
whole lotta marijuana
whole lotta marijuana
got them crystals on us
stay with the crystals on us
don’t say we ain’t warn ‘ya

[break: brahman & mo]
b-tch boy, hatin’ on me
snitch boy, waitin’ on me
these n-ggas hatin on me
this n-ggas fakin’ on me
and i’mma be a boogeyman
cause you seem to want it fam
and i’mma be a boogeyman, b-tch boy (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 2: brahman]
i’m everything you hate
b-tch, b-tch i’m out of rank
b-tch, no clean slates
b-tch, hoe i decimate
b-tch boys, rich boys
white boys, white noise
give me static, sh-t addict
high like sky, we in a attic, woo

- brahman

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