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letra de 24 songs - ciaffa & fedo dj

racecars outside, i got
hoes tryna ride out
make ’em wanna find out everything that i’m ’bout
shawty gotta find out, i ain’t tryna hide nothin’
everything i do is real, nothin’ i done did had— i am
lost in the matrix
i need a face-lift, drive in my sp-ceship
get out my sp-ce, b-tch, get out my face, b-tch

i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
hand in the sky, uh
and i, i can’t beliеve i made it this far
(i’m just tryna tell you how i feel, tеll you how i feel)

i’m just tryna tell you how i feel, tell you how i feel
i been on turnin’ down deals, all of that, yeah
uh, too much money, turnin’ down deals, turnin’ down deals, uh
too much money, turned down a deal, turned down a deal
we riding broncos right through the hills
we riding broncos right through the hills
she f-ck me pr-nto, when i call her here
ain’t no stoppin’ us, we goin’ out of here
they know we popular, they can’t, can’t control nothin’
i got that thing on me, i’m really blowin’ smoke
you know this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
everything on go
this that type o, uh
let the real speak, uh, let the fake get gone
let the fake go home, tell ’em n-ggas, “go, leave my ass alone”
i been on my own, i been all alone
i fell on my face, i got up my own
i fell on my face, i got up on my own
i fell on my face, got up on my own
i just left the studio, did— songs
i just left the studio, did twenty-four songs
i been on my sh-t, i been off the grid
i can’t disappear, i gotta watch my kid
i gotta watch my sh-t, i gotta watch my sis’
everything gettin’ bigger, sh-t don’t make no sense, sh-t don’t make no— uh
i don’t answer the phone, n-ggas always mad
i don’t give a f-ck at all, i don’t give a f-ck at all
d-mn, n-gga, i ball, i told these n-ggas, yeah
they ain’t believe nun’ at all, they ain’t believe us at all
they ain’t believe us at all, they ain’t believe us at all
believe us, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
can’t believe that we made it this far (uh, uh)
can’t believe that we made it this far
look, mama, now your son is a star (oh)
can’t believe that we made it this far
standin’ on the shoulders, in god
when life get too hard, i think about everybody i been scarred from
i even broke bread, even though i should’ve starved them (and say, yeah)
i’m goin’ out a hero, baby
comma, comma, zero, baby
angels callin’, demons callin’
i put them on threeway, baby
i’ve been keeping them shooters with me on bankroll lately

- ciaffa fedo dj

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