letra de humble - cblu
[intro]
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gang
grrah, grrah
y’all know who i’m smokin’ on while i’m in this booth
i don’t even gotta say it
at all (grrah)
c blu!
[chorus]
yeah, they callin’ me g.o.a.t., but i gotta stay humble
keep me a pole, why the f-ck would i tussle?
hit her one time, then i block her, mutombo
mali my qb, i know he won’t fumble (grrah)
yeah, these n-ggas be plottin’ on me
my chain, they can’ take it from me (at all)
if he reach, no kyrie, i teach
he thought he was tough, now his face on a tee
[verse]
yeah, that fummy got poked tryna get egg and cheese
ain’t no takin’ me out, feel funny, i squeeze
walk up, faceshot, left his brain on the seat (grrah, grrah)
you get burned to a spliff, think you f-ckin’ wit’ c
send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
keep two straps when i step in the spot
that’s a rubber and a 23 glock
chain on my neck, so these thots on my c-ck
let a n-gga act up, he get shot
yeah, the moment he reach, i’ma up it and flock it
walk up, just to make sure i drop him
cops on my as, but you know i ain’t stoppin’ (at all)
popped a perc’ just to boost my adrenaline
catch a opp and you know i’ma finish him
free gotti, he addicted to drillin’ sh-t
hop out, we ain’t leavin’ no witnesses (grrah, grrah)
shots fire, he got put up on citizen
strap up, don’t ger burned, no chlamydia
these n-ggas be cap, only tough on the media
see ’em in person, their body gon’ freeze up
she chill wit’ the opps, she get left, no kenneka
don’t ask what i’m smokin’, you know it
rahizo, you know that sh-t potent (‘hizo!)
shots at his head, yeah, they call it a doa
i don’t f-ck wit’ no blocks, b-tch, i’m ebk
i got shots for them n-ggas who feel a way
and these streets is so much, i’m superior
shots to his stomach, f-cked up his interior
you got chops, i got chops, we ain’t fearin’ ya’
if you talkin’ money, i ain’t hearin’ ya’ (at all)
(if you talkin’ money, i ain’t hearin’ ya’)
[chorus]
yeah, they callin’ me g.o.a.t., but i gotta stay humble
keep me a pole, why the f-ck would i tussle?
hit her one time, then i block her, mutombo
mali my qb, i know he won’t fumble (grrah, grrah)
yeah, these n-ggas be plottin’ on me
my chain, they can’ take it from me
if he reach, no kyrie, i teach
he thought he was tough, now his face on a tee
[outro]
grrah
c blu!
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