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letra de false factor - cyta zoan

[intro]
(all that money in a false factor)
i feel like marvin g-ye, b-tch, uh (f-ck out my life)
f-ck you mean, n-gga?
i’d run with this, huh, huh
yo

[verse]
you got all that money in a false factor
take me as a joke, you gon’ die of laughter
start a story, i’ma end it in the same chapter
end your life, you can tell me what it’s like after
right price, that’s enough for a nice puff
b-tch, i’m ratchet, i don’t like nice stuff
cold case cyta, n-ggas know the deal
i don’t like how that n-gga walk, give him wheels
i don’t like how that n-gga talk, make him robot
why you still stash grass in the old spot?
that’s a bad move, n-ggas been got caught
boy, you workin’ for the media, you been got bought, d-mn
i used to like weed ’til i start trippin’
i used to like hoes but i’m not pimpin’
i only want beef if you’re not chicken
boy, you wanna k!ll n-ggas, you are not christian
this a real n-gga life, we are not switchin’
i used to like music but i’m not gifted
and they’re like “cyta, why are you so pessimistic?”
bro, i don’t like sh-t, i must be autistic
now i like my gravy with dry biscuit
point blank, shoot a n-gga, make him die different
if a n-gga hit a l!ck, he gon’ die l!ckin’
you can’t play me like a b-tch, i ain’t paul higgins
call me melly, leave a n-gga in the front seat
i’d rather die a slow death like buzzfeed
you ain’t a1, i’m a2, b-tch, you a3
i don’t got a ugly-ass wife, i ain’t h3
i ain’t got my reparations, cracker, you’ gon pay me
new bl!ck, new apartment, i ain’t got no ac
caribbean legs, so why these b-tches try and chase me?
medusa vibes, these n-ggas cold when they face me

- cyta zoan

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