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letra de right now - chris plenty

[verse 1: chris plenty]
only time can tell we went wrong
f-ck you doing giving up
only you can give a f-ck
hit the blunt and lift you up
float up on your tippy toes
f-ckin with these trippy hoes
hit a trippy stick feelin like i play the piccolo
get a broad, get some blow, she hit it you gettin blown
win-win situation, hit the cheeks i’m headin home
high -ss n-gg-, my bad i don’t mean to byp-ss n-gg-s
one too many dutches is what i had n-gg-

[hook: chris plenty]
sittin in the front seat of my car like i gotta have it all
right now, right now, right now, right now
i gotta have it all right now, right now, right now
right now, right now, right now, right now

[verse 2: kyle]
man. i used to want to be spider man
ya, whip a lot of -ss
swing from trees and shit, catch bad guys and save cats
maybe holler at mary jane, dress up in a mask
[sigh]
well now i just rap
days away from a mental breakdown
cops keep giving me shakedowns and all of these n-gg-s i stay ’round
just lay round and complain how they feel betrayed that i chose not to stay down
with n-gg-s who just choose to stay down and lay round and f-ck they life up
f-ck they life up, f-ck them n-gg-s man
they all b-ms and when they hear this song i hope it f-cks they night up
alright bruh, instead of searching for your lighter
search for the light inside of yo head n-gg-
the one that can buy you a bed n-gg-
keep you, your moms and them fed n-gg-
it’s yo brain, i can’t use it
and all of the doggy f-cking duders
beautiful losers, 10-day tours won’t make you a star unless you do it
i’m not hushin’ shit i’m not rushing shit
you can throw your shots i’m not ducking shit
i’m eating that that and swinging back
go on ask my bruh how my punches hit
it’s all goodie though, it’s all goodie though
always has been and always will
you’re a friend to me, turned frenemy
i’m sorry to keep it so real
yeah

- chris plenty

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