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letra de international - chap d

[intro]
all my raps inspired by true events
you know i’m sayin’? ain’t no fabrications
n-ggas really live this sh-t, you know i’m sayin’?
i can’t be stopped, really unstoppable
and i truly believe that, you know i’m sayin’?

[verse 1]
spillin’ all this champagne on my t-shirt
another black man doin’ good, why do he hurt?
she say her p-ssy good, i gotta see first
make sure i hit the vocals with some reverb
i’m with a bad thing, listenin’ to bieber
coverin’ all bases like i’m derek jeter
we gon’ celebrate life for no reason
i’ve been ballin’ all this time, it ain’t just recent
pastor chap, they really treat me like the deacon
i will never steal no bread out the offering plate
whatever dollar sowed, i’m finna reap it
bad b-tch, but her p-ssy just decent
i like missionary, look you right in your face
i got bread, takin’ women on brunch dates
word tourin’ for these hoes, i’m baggin’ ‘em state to state
ain’t no local mindset, i’m international

[verse 2]
i’ll rock any fitted but the nationals
no chains today, i’m not a flashy dude
she real-real thick, yeah, she nasty too
she gon’ give me good head with no attitude
yeah, that’s my type of move
it don’t take much, i’m just a handsome dude
lookin’ in the mirror, n0body bad as you
money gettin’ long, check the latitude
for this life, i got such gratitude
i really love this sh-t, i can’t complain
veuve bottles, spillin’ all this champagne
never let a bop treat me like a lame
better come correct, you treat me with respect
ain’t got sh-t to prove, i never gotta flex
give this all i got ‘til i ain’t got nothin’ left
cute thing cookin’ lobster, i got my own chef
[verse 3]
yeah, dinner for two
i just play the field, man, i ain’t make the rules
real n-ggas bustin’ moves, real ones gon’ follow suit
your life gon’ really show it when you got the juice
real rap, them other n-ggas more like dr. seuss
milton got the lambo, finna raise the roof
mimosas goin’ up, we gon’ hit ruth’s
work my ass off, i’m tryna cop the coupe
the m4, b-tch, i need more
trunk really bangin’ like the c4
on this road, i had to make a couple detours
love myself, but i think that i could be more
seen a lot, but i think that i could see more
i’m just tryna live life, what you mad at me for?
n-gga, what you mad at me for?
n-gga, what you mad at me for?

[outro]
you know i’m sayin’?
spillin’ on this champagne on my t-shirt
veuve clicquot, perrier-jouët
you know i’m sayin’?
what n-ggas mad at me for?
i feel like i’m the one, yeah

- chap d

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