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letra de been through - cezar wok

[chorus]
tryna get what i need, but now i need some sleep
it’s three pills in the morning, just to get me off that thrill, nah
i’m just tryna get at least one day without overthinkin’
talking guns, boy you never clinchin’, boy u cappin’, prolly never seen one (g-g-g-gang beat)
riding around in that beam, ooh
you can’t see what i been through
riding around in my city and i’m sprayin’ the opps, so f-ck ’em too (krr-pow)
chain piece on fifty and the drum a hundred, we got gratitude
bad lil b-tch got attitude, you’ll get flamed n-gga, get barbecued, yeah (y’all gettin’ flamed)

[verse 1]
goin’ through the second, i can see details
uh, vision 360, y’all move in 30 frames (30 frames)
lurkin’ in, we gotta wash all the dirty bands
marty byrde, turn ’em into ashes in that furnace thing
sorry boo, i stay true to myself, you cannot fool me once
i be goin’ to the the jeweler and i told the n-gga bust me down
run it up, don’t run it down, lil b-tch don’t try f-ck it up
you f-cked me up, i’ll skrrt off your lane and never see you once
i can see ’em freezin’ when they see me
all these n-ggas underneath me, feel like egypt
in a drop top with no ceiling, i feel like livin’ (yeah)
oh you can’t see my image, the windows tinned
ridin’ my wave, they surfin’ (huh?)
i got my ice, so i stay mc flurry
blow out some gas, now my vision stay blurry
i roll the dice, then i pull out that 30 (huh?)
put on a beat while i’m sippin’ on syrup
actually sick, i ain’t sippin’ no dirt (fh-fsh)
smoking on mango and she want that too
seen my lil pay check, now she comin’ through, yeah (pow)
[chorus]
tryna get what i need, but now i need some sleep
it’s three pills in the morning, just to get me off that thrill, nah
i’m just tryna get at least one day without overthinkin’
talking guns, boy you never clinchin’, boy u cappin’, prolly never seen one
riding around in that beam, ooh (skrrt)
you can’t see what i been through (yeah)
riding around in my city and i’m sprayin’ the opps, so f-ck ’em too
chain piece on fifty and the drum a hundred, we got gratitude
bad lil b-tch got attitude, you’ll get flamed n-gga, get barbecued, yeah (y’all gettin’ flamed)

[verse 2]
all of these bands that be comin’ through bump into fake n-ggas too, okay
fake n-gga, zoom out of my face, i’ma hang up like zoom, yeah, okay (krr-pow)
i’m in a coupe, i’m in a ‘rari, i’m speedin’ up, ooh (skrrt)
i’m with yo’ b-tch, she lookin’ cute
i’m all on yo’ hoe and we speedin’ like zoom, let me smoke up the room
yeah, she just want attention
but i don’t have the patience
i just have the peso
yeah

- cezar wok

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