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letra de i.h.u. - cthrurio

[chorus]
huh, let me be honest with you baby
i do a lot and it’s startin’ to drive me crazy
tryna put me in a box, but a bell inside, it rangin’
and i can blame it on the thoughts that i had, i wasn’t lazy, no
n-gga, i don’t wanna talk to you real quick
fake n-gga, snake n-ggas, tryna to make me real sick
i done made them quake n-ggas, droppin’ all this real sh-t
i couldn’t do this with a label, f-ck a deal pick
okay, f-ck a street name, i’ve been ’bout the drill sh-t
i don’t think i need fame, i don’t wanna k!ll b-tch
heart colors, freeze frame, i don’t got a feelin’
i was up in new york, drugs had me peelin’
i c-ck and shoot, we ain’t bust out the ceilin’
i hate you, imma tell you when i feel it
i get it, baby, i know i’m wrong
go get it, baby, i know you’re strong
i was gеttin’ business, flip it, then i endеd up alone
off the pilly, i been trippin’, but it get me in my zone
and my skin is gettin’ itchy, imma need some cortisone
i can’t cope ’cause i’m busy, i might record a song
she give me top, keep the p-ssy, and then i take her home
i’m at the top, but don’t push me, i’m chillin’ on my own
she take a drop of this drink, she gon’ feel it in her soul
huh, and i can feel it in my soul
[verse]
baby, i might crash out
because i’m goin’ so fast, in this big benz, girl, this not a jag
i’m so high i might pass out, i been inhalin’ too much gas
and its top shelf, smokin’ like my dad
i was in chicago, tryna come up on the racks
and she wanna have my baby, imma cum up on her back
why they talk about i’m shady?
i ain’t stuntin’ for the racks
it’s h-lla cheese in this stack, yeah, it’s easy to rack up
i squeeze, better back up

[chorus]
huh, let me be honest with you baby
i do a lot and it’s startin’ to drive me crazy
tryna put me in a box, but a bell inside, it rangin’
and i can blame it on the thoughts that i had, i wasn’t lazy, no
n-gga, i don’t wanna talk to you real quick
fake n-gga, snake n-ggas, tryna to make me real sick
i done made them quake n-ggas, droppin’ all this real sh-t
i couldn’t do this with a label, f-ck a deal pick
okay, f-ck a street name, i’ve been ’bout the drill sh-t
i don’t think i need fame, i don’t wanna k!ll b-tch
heart colors, freeze frame, i don’t got a feelin’
i was up in new york, drugs had me peelin’
i c-ck and shoot, we ain’t bust out the ceilin’
i hate you, imma tell you when i feel it
i get it, baby, i know i’m wrong
go get it, baby, i know you’re strong
i was gettin’ business, flip it, then i ended up alone
off the pilly, i been trippin’, but it get me in my zone
and my skin is gettin’ itchy, imma need some cortisone
i can’t cope ’cause i’m busy, i might record a song
she give me top, keep the p-ssy, and then i take her home
i’m at the top, but don’t push me, i’m chillin’ on my own
she take a drop of this drink, she gon’ feel it in her soul
huh, and i can feel it in my soul

- cthrurio

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