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letra de freestyle - adin ross stream - cordae

[verse]
i’m with adin ross, i don’t play the boss
she want titties, i’ma pay the cost
buy her new clothes, take ’em off
and my d-ck hard, tell ’em make it soft
i’m a real n-gga, i don’t fake it all
used to have dreams, f-cker playin’ ball
we back to the topic, how i f-ckin’ got it
i’m not ever tryna lose my train of though
i’m a real n-gga but my father realer
hit fifty m’s, and i’ma cop villa
and i was just talkin’ with quincy jones
“like what’s goin’ on?” y’all droppin’ thriller
i’m a stack of cheese, n-gga, mozzarella
hi-level is the new rockefeller
two years i’m headlinin’ coach-lla
how i [?] a propeller
i was raised by the local dope dealer
need mo’ skriller, i’m a cold k!ller in this sh-t
smoke good cannabis, keep a banana clip
i’m like a gorilla in this sh-t
[?] egypt, around the pyramids
while the four wheelers in they sh-t
y’all on that hate sh-t, on that fake sh-t
like who mo’ realer in this sh-t?
ayy, woah, ayy, was just [?] with gunna
little b-tch, we can have s-x if you wanna
she poppin’ x, i’m just on marijuana
ayy, woah, ayy, woah, okay
i came, i saw, i conquered
dealin’ with a lot of sh-t like a plunger
[?] with some b-lls, n-gga, w-lly wonka
ayy, got that advanced, i’ma f-ck up a cheque
your favourite actress was suckin’ my neck
fifty-two, o-five, [?] protect
stackin’ my bread, i got tons to invest
gotta thank god ’cause a n-gga is blessed
[?], more richer and s-xy
stackin’ my millies, the riches is heavy
my album is comin’, you n-ggas ain’t ready
like, woah, okay
coupe cost a cool quarter mill’
my lamborghini color orange teal
new crib paid by the tourin’ deals
took your favorite singer on a f-ckin’ date
i’ll still show up late like lauryn hill
then i hit it good in my penthouse
told her “get out” like jordan peele
my pants saggin’, my chain hanign’
[?] my main thang
but my next album’ll sell a million copies
’cause this lifestyle i gotta maintain
i got a million problems, plus a million dollars
i just had to spend it, get my n-ggas outta
f-ckin’ prison, i ain’t even trippin’ ’bout it
’cause if i got it, then my n-ggas got it

- cordae

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