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letra de no chance - cashcurt

[chorus: cashcurt]
(huh) these n-ggas so broke need to stop it
it’s only dead faces i see in my wallet
i’m up in the mall wit’ that sack so i cop it
that p-ssy was trash, i ain’t nut so i drop it
that lil bih’ don’t f-ck wit no rappers but gave me a chance
these real racks in my pocket, don’t need me no label, no i do not need an advance

[verse: cashcurt & sensei2400]
if it’s up, it’s up, i ain’t giving no chance
she think is a rack but the glock in my pants
be serving that pack break it wit’ my mans
the m’s in the plan
you loading it up but i already c-ck it
i just flew from the chi’, i just bought me a pilot
i’m all on the plane wit’ chrome heart on my hair
i’m all at my gate and these b-tches just stare
i’m loading the pistol while counting thesе digits
i bet that these n-ggas won’t try
dеsigner my sneaks when i’m up in the city
if he step on ’em, punch that n-gga in the eye
if curt say the word he gon’ die
them 7.62’s gonna fly
no b-tch in my body, lil’ boy don’t you try
spend racks on addiction, you n-ggas be b-tching, but can’t afford to get high
hold on, switch it up
these n-ggas be broke, they don’t make no sense
pull right to car and shoot right through the tint
pull up wit a choppa, it sing like he brent
they said i smell good, tell her zaza the scent
he wanted a vic’ but we gave him some fent’
we smoking on gas you can smell through the vent
that n-gga so broke he even make cents
that lean in my cup it’s so dark it got tint
we smoked out the p, now that b-tch gotta dent
i will not f-ck, that lil’ b-tch got me bent
that boy wanted smoke, they don’t know where he went
it’s a thousand a feature, that go for the rent
(ha) for real tho, yeah these n-ggas some weirdos
plottin on a mill’ wit my kinfolk
these n-ggas lame, boy they been broke
d-ck in her throat, oh she might choke
i just talk to og, said he got it in
i just talk to og, said we gotta win
hit the ups man for the zaza then
she suck me ’til i’m gummy, no vitamin
and this glock on my hip it stay right by my side
i wake up with this b-tch like i’m iron man
[chorus: cashcurt]
(huh) these n-ggas so broke need to stop it
it’s only dead faces i see in my wallet
i’m up in the mall wit’ that sack so i cop it
that p-ssy was trash, i ain’t nut so i drop it
that lil bih’ don’t f-ck wit no rappers but gave me a chance
these real racks in my pocket, don’t need me no label, no i do not need an advance

- cashcurt

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