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letra de new shmurda - connie diiamond

(verse 1)

its my town i could give a f-ck about who hot now
find me in the bronx with the roof or the top down
let these b-tches know, when you see me at a show
& in in the past you ever thought we was cool , we are not now !
i was at the bottom of the bottom of the lowest , had to paint a pretty picture so these n-ggas wouldn’t notice, popped a half a xan and i was mixing up them sodas just to mellow out my mind from all the sh-t thats on my shoulders, yo ! i ain’t tryna be a star on the bench plus its way too many dolls im tryna rather spar with the ken , i will always try not to get involved with the trends cause i’m gon end up making fraudulent friends and i don’t need it , but i always been ahead of the game ,don’t you worry about me just keep your head in the game ,cause we do the same sh-t dont mean we rep it the same, i got some n-ggas with a tec and a aim we been ready to bang , but yo i wish i would beef with a b-tch, wish a n-gga would give me a reason to flip , ima call my pops like yo i need the beam with the grip , pull up at the stop light all you see is is the tip n-gga run it !

(chorus)

cause i had to get my money right
hit the gym bust a flex now my tummy tight
now these n-ggas staring like they see something they like
i might could lay up for a few but i can’t spend the night
yea girlfriend get that money right, had to get my muh’ f-cking money right, now these n-ggas staring like they see something they like , i might could lay up for a few but i can’t spend the night

(verse 2 )

now this n-gga acting dumb cause i dont f-ck him enough, bust it open now he hoping to cuff , i had to open him up , here’s some weed n-gga roll up a dutch , i can’t be your beyonce i’m on the run to the bucks, yo a bad b-tch with a temper and a fat ass , i could give a f-ck about these n-ggas i am that bad , so call c-cky if you will no class act cause jealousy will have your ass thrown in a trash bag, got troop for yall b-tches no asvab , counting figures like i’m sitting up in math class, on my way to the top and i am past half , pops still slinging on the block he need that fast cash, n-gga got them itchy palms rowdy but he really calm , he get that call from k!lla con, he gon be at your intercom,type of sh-t that we be on ,heard it through them grapevines , got a good lawyer we ain’t worried bout the state time , man yall n-ggas be so minimum wage , when you getting to the bag you either k!lled or get sprayed , i’m hard headed plus im stuck in my ways , f-ck a trap i been hustling for days , i know a couple of ways , i told myself i ain’t got nothing to say , give em a headnod or maybe give these muh f-ckers a couple of waves , tell em good bye finna dig a couple of ways , if you don’t want no smoke this summer stay the f-ck in the shade, b-tch !

(chorus)

- connie diiamond

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