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letra de a reason - chicken p

[intro]
(ayy, talk to ’em, ward)
buss 1
huh, n-gga, yeah
mm, ayy
wah, yeah
n-gga, ah, mm
ayy, ah, mm

[chorus]
ayy, i’ll spend all this sh-t, give me a reason, n-gga
i know i hit her with the— uh, by how she breathin’, n-gga
granny keep on tellin’ me i need jesus (i need jesus)
i thought she was trippin’, but i’m startin’ to believe her, n-gga (i believe that sh-t)
if she don’t eat my d-ck right, then i’ma leave the b-tch (b-tch, go)
i done got my sh-t right, i don’t need a b-tch (i don’t need the b-tch)
don’t sip tris ’cause i like it, i need this sh-t (bro, i need it)
it’s buss 1, don’t hit my phone unless you need a brick (mmm)

[verse]
i’m outside, lil’ p, come on, lil’ bro, i need a zip (come on, lil’ bro)
i spin the block, then i spin again, i’m gettin’ dizzy (i’m gettin’ dizzy)
i got gumbo platеs for forty-five, i’m gettin’ busy (forty-five)
and all my dopе got legs on it, stand up in the blender (stand up)
i was havin’ paper problems ’til that fetty ent ’em (ent ’em)
my first hundred thousand, boy, i got that check and spent it
blew it
n-ggas broke, can’t fix ’em, can’t glue ’em
yeah, on the net, reppin’ on sh-t they ain’t doin’
i tell that boy go show me two hundred, he can’t do it, ain’t got it
sixty ball on me, thirty each pocket, no wallet
drop a bird and i had to watch me pull the bands out
be in the bank so much, my n-ggas think i scam now
i’m worth so much right now, i can’t even trust my friends now
ran up a half an m, you n-ggas still playin’, huh?
this an amg, the seats massage, stretch your legs out
you sip as much drank as me, this sh-t’ll f-ck your head up
[chorus]
ayy, i’ll spend all this sh-t, give me a reason, n-gga
i know i hit her with the— uh, by how she breathin’, n-gga
granny keep on tellin’ me i need jesus (i need jesus)
i thought she was trippin’, but i’m startin’ to believe her, n-gga (i believe that sh-t)
if she don’t eat my d-ck right, then i’ma leave the b-tch (b-tch, go)
i done got my sh-t right, i don’t need a b-tch (i don’t need her)
don’t sip tris ’cause i like it, i need this sh-t (i need it)
it’s buss 1, don’t hit my phone unless you need a brick (mmm)

[outro]
‘less you need a brick, n-gga
f-ck wrong with you n-ggas, n-gga?
i’ll spend this sh-t, n-gga, you know?
give me a reason, n-gga
don’t tempt me, n-gga, f-ck you n-ggas talking ’bout?
sh-t ain’t nothin’, n-gga, at this point, we d-mn near growin’ this sh-t, my n-gga, i ain’t gon’ lie
on my baby, n-gga
go tally the f-ck up or somethin’, my n-gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, n-gga, i’m worth more than all you n-ggas put together
you n-ggas can’t do sh-t with me
buss 1, n-gga

- chicken p

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