letra de this n that - breezo3x
[chorus]
i came from the bottom, i still made a way
that sh-t ain’t change nun’
n-gga came through shootin’ but ain’t hit a thing
his ass need to hang it up
walk in the store i want this and i want that
f-ck it, just ring it up
that sh-t old, girl
why you still bring it up?
backwood rolled, finna flame it up
i just do my thing, they say that they ’round
but then they lane switch
if you talkin’ ’bout cash i’m guapanese fluent
b-tch, that’s my language
just know that my bruddas be on that
playin’ then a n-gga layin’ quick
cut this hoe off gettin’ on my nerves
who the f-ck she playin’ wit’?
if i don’t do sh-t i’ma get up and grind
know they hopin’ i stop
my brudda, my twin
shake up and we lockin’
compact glock fit right in my pocket
so don’t think that this sh-t sweet
run to the bag, i’m fast on my feet
but i ain’t never ran from no n-gga
that sh-t was free, how i’m passin’ out heat
[verse]
i’m so high right now
i can’t lie b-tch, i’m up in that mode
i don’t go to the gym but my pockets on swole
n-ggas be hoes, thеy just gon’ troll
these hoes for thе team
like yeah, i know
jump out, come through spinnin’
all of my n-ggas they winnin’
pray to god but i’m still sinnin’
i been tryna make this sh-t different
[bridge]
(go, go)
(real sh-t, shout-out flaco)
[chorus]
i came from the bottom, i still made a way
that sh-t ain’t change nun’
n-gga came through shootin’ but ain’t hit a thing
his ass need to hang it up
walk in the store i want this and i want that
f-ck it, just ring it up
that sh-t old, girl
why you still bring it up?
backwood rolled, finna flame it up
i just do my thing, they say that they ’round
but then they lane switch
if you talkin’ ’bout cash i’m guapanese fluent
b-tch, that’s my language
just know that my bruddas be on that
playin’ then a n-gga layin’ quick
cut this hoe off gettin’ on my nerves
who the f-ck she playin’ wit’?
if i don’t do sh-t i’ma get up and grind
know they hopin’ i stop
my brudda, my twin
shake up and we lockin’
compact glock fit right in my pocket
so don’t think that this sh-t sweet
run to the bag, i’m fast on my feet
but i ain’t never ran from no n-gga
that sh-t was free, how i’m passin’ out heat
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- letra de liberté invisible - georgio
- letra de while i'm alive - cende
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