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letra de rap game honest - clavish

[intro]
hazey, baby

[verse]
i keep it a hundred, got a hundred on the dash
i don’t trust n-ggas and i might wear my fendi top the wrong way ’round so it can see who stabs me in my back
face hot, told my n-gga, “slap me if i lack”
a lot of n-ggas ain’t down, that’s an honest fact
all i make is honest tracks
small waist, honest back
stop declaring beef with broke n-ggas ’cause they’re honest tramps
aunty asked me what i’m on, told her, “stayin’ out of trouble”
uncle saw me with a fiend that’s awks, i baited out my hustle
shawty give the best brain, don’t spoil it by demanding cuddles
vvs on my wrist, it’s kind of hard to not miss the puddles
used to tell promoters, “if the gang can’t, i ain’t comin'”
i got two sticks in a car, but i ain’t drummin’
shawty got a man, and she ain’t budgin’
if your boyfriend ask you if you’rе hungry, tell him you already ate somеthin’
if they say we’re losin’, tell ’em, “just check the scores”
she’s askin’ if i’m hers, i told her, “girl, i’m not sure”
i don’t buy no designer to impress all these wh0res
she gon’ bust it wether my shoes airforce or diors
put my blade all up in that, he was bad, but before
obo on the block, they gave my n-gga scratch, like a four
got a pack in my cheeks and a fl!ck by my b-lls
feds try pull me over, had to dip from the law, woah
baddies always pree me ’bout i’m never doin’ up my belt
on point, i ain’t got no time to live up in a cell
n-ggas wish just for me to fail
i just wish ’em well
i ‘ma grind to the top, i don’t need a wishin’ well
i got b-tches onto me, i got n-ggas onto me
in the merc’ i fl!ck it twice, ain’t drivin’ in economy
compare me to the opps, where’s my apology
i’m tryna get mummy out the hood, they’re usin’ mummy’s cars for robberies
bro got grabbed for doin’ deals, still doin’ deals
she wanna talk feelings, girl don’t tell me how you feel
i miss my dead homie, no one asks is how i feels
they told me i’ma blow, but never tell me when i will
f-ck it though, my shank cutter drippin’ red
need more streams than trippie redd
shotters keep gettin’ robbed, that’s what one of my bitty said
f-ck what a n-gga says, i got smoke, cigarette
rappin’, but i got kittens on my phone, been a vet’
i’ma have to get my blockin’ on, ’cause you been a pest
paigon hoes wassin’ ’bout me, prob’ ’cause i don’t give them s-x
if a shot’s movin’ funny, me and bro won’t give him pebs
n-ggas say they take risks, i ain’t see them risk it yet
in all black, lookin’ like a silhouette
f-ck a diss track, in real life i’d rather disrespect
if i don’t blow, then i’m going to the phone shop
and phone my big cousin like, “yo, i need them os off, now”
you feel me?

- clavish

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