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letra de survivor - cico p & yella beezy

[intro]
(ayy, manzo, you got a hit, boy)
(ooh, b— bighead on the beat)

[chorus: cico p]
in my city, yeah, they label me an [?][0:23]
project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
stay strong, lil’ n-gga, granny say, “just pray to your messiah”
lately, i’ve been really feeling homicide
man, [?][0:35] i can tell they ass ain’t riding
big chief, i really run the turf, big homie on my title
lord knows i really love him, but i just can’t pick up that bible
and the heart of the trenches taught me survival

[verse 1: cico p]
taught me survival, on my mama, boy, i can’t go out sad
you ain’t gon’ get away with that disrespect, just know i’m busting your ass
just let me hit this pain and meditate bеfore i f-ck ’round and flash
f-ck it, pull up, pop it, catch a body, skrrt, do the dash
huh, eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch an opp by thе toe
she play with that p-ssy on the telephone
make a ho’s knees knock like derrick rose
was your love really real? i’ll never know
tryna shake a baby like some dominos
while she blowing that d-ck like a saxophone
when i slide, i don’t need no mask on
[chorus: cico p]
in my city, yeah, they label me an [?]
project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
stay strong, lil’ n-gga, granny say, “just pray to your messiah”
lately, i’ve been really feeling homicide
man, [?] i can tell they ass ain’t riding
big chief, i really run the turf, big homie on my title
lord knows i really love him, but i just can’t pick up that bible
and the heart of the trenches taught me survival

[verse 2: yella beezy]
soul survivor just like akon
hood hopping like j-kwon
and even if we don’t got it, swear to god that i’m gon’ take something
punch a p-ssy n-gga down, i swear i’m gon’ break something
keep that fire ever since i seen how they got down on big homie
flood the hood with pounds, yeah, you looking at the big homie
your girl i’m talking down, then you know that that lil’ b-tch lonely
called the d up in the jam, swear to god that made me sick, homie
you know i can’t stop going in, got me feeling like i’m rich homie
get my opps gone, i can’t go out like no b-tch, homie
your baby called my phone, says she want me to put that d-ck on her
you ain’t taking care of no grown man, that p-ssy n-gga went and flipped on you
told the n-gga no one time and he went and p-ssed on you

[chorus: cico p]
in my city, yeah, they label me an [?]
project baby, yeah, they label me a problem
stay strong, lil’ n-gga, granny say, “just pray to your messiah”
lately, i’ve been really feeling homicide
man, [?] i can tell they ass ain’t riding
big chief, i really run the turf, big homie on my title
lord knows i really love him, but i just can’t pick up that bible
and the heart of the trenches taught me survival

- cico p yella beezy

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