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letra de shade room - chris sails

[intro]
shade room tryna knock a n-gga character yeah
f-ck you n-ggas
i don’t give a f-ck no more
f-ck all you n-ggas
n-ggas i ain’t perfect
i’m far from that
name one person you know perfect n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck what you n-ggas thinking
n-gga f-ck all you n-ggas

[verse 1]
yeah, shade room tryna knock a n-gga character
yeah yeah yeah, tryna lock a n-gga up but, i ain’t going back
i’m too smart to leave my house without them straps, yeah yeah
same b-tch calling me a cheater giving up the neck, yeah
told my dogs, that we getting rich, yeah yeah
i got n-ggas in the d, that’s still hitting l!cks yeah
how you chasing p-ssy but, won’t chase a bag
how you hating under my pics, but don’t got no cash
shade room painting me to be a monster, how can i blame them
i’m far from perfect, make mistakes, i’m not an angel
they throwing hate, they throwing shade, at ever angle
but i got a side, i can not fold, i’m on my toes
(i got sh-t to lose)
they gone hate regardless, even if i might’ve grown
so i wrote this song, letting all my pain go
these n-ggas hoes, people screaming “chris you know you’ll go”
you used to be my dog
you lost my trust, now i treat you like the law
out of everybody, how the f-ck you changed
i’m too real, you know that i stayed the same
you know that i stayed the same
i only fear god

[break]
f-ck you n-ggas looking at, you ain’t scaring n0body
too many hoes in this b-tch, to be staring at me n-gga

[verse 2]
i ain’t never had this life before
me and my brother used to wear the same clothes
now we getting rich, we in that ghost
and f-ck y’all instagram hoes y’all do the most
drowning out my pain with this codeine
how the f-ck you hate me, you don’t know me
n-ggas say they [?], but gotta show me
b-tch don’t shake my hand, you ain’t my brodie
my mama cried too many tears
that’s why i’m tryna get the f-ck up out of here
don’t believe everything you hear
cause if you ask me imma have to make it clear
b-tch you know i’m paid, f-ck about no fame
system got us slaves, some of my n-ggas changed
we went our separate ways, codeine face
f-ck up out my face
cause i don’t [?]
don’t give two f-cks about a fuse
come and try me, make the news
some of my n-ggas rocking dreads, some of my n-ggas rocking [?]
they don’t teach you how to survive, that’s why i’m screaming “f-ck school”
got this out the mud, dirt on my lou’ v shoes
i’m in the hood with my chains on
and my n-ggas that’s locked up, hope you stay strong
shout out baby ray, imma see you soon
f-ck 30 shoots, but [?}
i’m in the streets yeah yeah
i’m from the d, yeah yeah
she wanna meet, yeah yeah
i beat her cheeks, yeah yeah
i blow her back in, hot like a cactus
spent 30 thousand just on fly sh-t, n-ggas be capping
yeah yeah

[outro]
f-ck the shade room, f-ck all you n-ggas
i don’t give a f-ck no more
yeah just me and my son n-gga
and i got more money then your boyfriend b-tch

- chris sails

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