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letra de old ways - c dot castro

[chorus]
everybody talking like i ain’t still got it
i got it b-tch you got me way f-cked up
‘member way back they was hating on us
i used to show love, now it ain’t no love
n-ggas talk down like, “you can’t go up in this b-tch”
when i’m up in thi-, wait hold up
they want me back to my old ways
well f-ck it, i’m back to my old ways

[verse 1]
i was down bad, i’m okay now
i’m not even mad they ain’t stay down
running up the bag everyday now
treat your b-tch ass like a playground (what does that even mean?)
got my kids all over that sh-t
did a bid, i was over that sh-t
looking at the gate, like i can’t wait for them to open that b-tch
hat that i had to go through that sh-t
it’s straight, i don’t really think about it no more, ‘cause i’m rich
when i hold something, ima let ‘em know something
you ain’t on nothing, muh’f-cka you can hold on this d-ck
polo my shouldеr, as cold as it get
no i don’t miss when i load up this clip
ba-ba-ba-ba, that was four to ‘yo lip
bet you won’t bе talking no more of that sh-t
[chorus]
everybody talking like i ain’t still got it
i got it b-tch, you got me way f-cked up
‘member way back they was hating on us
i used to show love, now it ain’t no love
n-ggas talk down like, “you can’t go up in this b-tch”
when i’m up in this, wait hold up
they want me back to my old ways
f-ck it, i’m back to my old ways

[verse 2]
ay, too long a n-gga ain’t had nothings
subtracting everybody that ain’t add nothing
too many hoes thought we had something
‘til i hit ghost, bet they didn’t see that coming
too much pain i done gone through
i figured that i might as well go and get a bag from it
f-ck it, i’m back to my old ways
these n-ggas trash couldn’t f-ck with my throwaways
anybody thinking they anybody is getting bodied
only one that’s safe out here is really bobby
rickie bobby ass n-ggas out here thinking that they litty
pull up to the city with the mini shotty
turn they party to a pity party, then i’m the ‘rarri
i’m not pretty papi, i’m drippy saucy
the fifty costly, up at benihana’s, smoking on the hippy-hoppy
with fifty thotties all ready to give me toppy, that sloppy sloppy
ain’t sh-t that could stop me, n-gga
[chorus]
everybody talking like i ain’t still got it
i got it b-tch, you got me way f-cked up
‘member way back they was hating on us
i used to show love, now it ain’t no love
n-ggas talk down like, “you can’t go up in this b-tch”
when i’m up in this, wait hold up
they want me back to my old ways
f-ck it, i’m back to my old ways

- c dot castro

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