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letra de bentley frog eyes - chow lee

[intro]
yeah
running out of love and out of drugs
and out of everything
i been out my mind i’m out my element
never gave a f-ck i’m going celibate
i ain’t talking sh-t cause i ain’t h-lla rich
i just wanna f-ck is what i tell the b-tch
yeah

[chorus]
and i’ve been askin’ god why?
move without that fire that’s how you die
especially a young n-gga on the rise
gave a chain to all my n-ggas on the earth
and still gon’ do it for my n-ggas in the sky
yeah

[verse]
money comin’ that’s when love is comin’ in disguise
yeah, camouflage b-tches wanna f-ck me with no condom i can’t have it raw
n-ggas hatin’ praying on my downfall
most of these n-ggas lames these n-ggas cappin’ bout they battle scars
keep some body guards cause a n-gga too little
got some enemies know i’m tinting the window
n-gga pick a side you can’t stay in the middle
matter fact stay with them n-ggas ain’t no sp-ce for new n-ggas
and you
n-gga’s that’s hating ain’t no hate for you n-ggas
my life a movie in a minaj it’s pay per view n-gga
i’m in the bentley seats is massaging me i’m feeling godly
i know i’m sh-tting on this b-tch ima admit it i’m sorry
yeah
but i’m so tired of being humble i’m sick and tired of being humble yeah
i’m so tired of being humble i’m sick and tired of being humble yeah
if i get the ball i ain’t gon’ fumble
h-ll no, i ain’t gon’ fumble yeah
in the field, with my n-ggas royal rumble
we ain’t never ran from a scuffle
lot’ of rubber bands in the duffle
if i said it’s f-ck you, then it’s f-ck you yeah
if i say i love you then, i love you yeah
treat em’ like my brother f-ck a cousin yeah
poppin’ all these percs i’m out my mind mind
i been out my mind out my mind mind mind
i been pourin’ hitec f-ck fine wine
run it up with lean i don’t ever wine dine
on a long journey how i’m in my prime now
free kos wish it was petty and we could bond em’ out
he just on vacation sitting down he timing out
i just f-cked my ex i hope my b-tch don’t find out
i’m rollin’ off the x i do it all the time now
like my shirt wrinkled i got the iron out
paranoid n-ggas dying i’m so paranoid
if i don’t got nothing to talk about then i can’t record yeah

[chorus]
and i’ve been asking god why?
move without that fire that’s how you die
especially a young n-gga on the rise
gave a chain to all my n-ggas on the earth
and still gon’ do it for my n-ggas in the sky

[outro]
okay, alright
okay, alright
yeah

- chow lee

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