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letra de get ready - d.a l.e.s

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[hook]
if it was do or die
take a shot of the henny
i heard there’s money on the streets
and it better be plenty
i want the black one, the red on
man i want any
we got so much to give
i don’t think y’all ready

[verse 1: stogie t]
y’all ready?
five foot some’n not quite a six
my b-tch ride full time that’s not a b-tch
i’m on some other sh-t
might say thank you but
but you not givin’ i’m sn-tching it
scot-free travis it’s a travesty
n-ggas claiming majesty
taking shots from afar, r.i.p dr king
fools had a dream but woke up to discover me
standing in the same spot
i’m with sugarsmax and the ? was in
a genuine article like a plug your magazine
the rest of you vultures just smelling like some culture thieves
you n-ggas won’t k!ll, i am stogie in the driver’s seat
we know your story, you a phony, you ain’t got it b
and les call me like a medic for the body
i told him let’s talk and give me time place and topic
i’m in the stu like nigella where my fellas
still ain’t taken a loss son
you eating sour black panther

la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)

[hook]

[verse 2: maggz]
money make the world go round
money make your girl go down
that’s why you never see me
i’m breezing by you so fast
got you spinning like chicken like ?
whoo, maggie why you leave us behind
ntwana please you tryna try who
you outta your mind
check the speed my n-ggas move with
super cool sh-t
takin’ over city to city tryna recruit sh-t
for all the times we invested in the booth with
see my verses are like murders in acoustics
add a tooth flow, sounded like a root b-tch
f-ck off n-gga unless it’s the exclusives
renegade, still on top, still i delegate
i always kept it on the low, still i elevate
idolise even in my rivals’ eyes, i’m revitalised
a different wave i’m a tidal rise

la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)

[hook]

[verse 3: da les]
watch how i charter the jet for a radio run
we popping eights on the plane
let it spray like a gun
guess i’m hard with the s-x, she shake like a drum
’cause it’s the greatest of all time
it’s what you say to your son
i got the soul for our recipe, power for pain
all you lil -ss n-ggas soundin’ the same
this that grown man sh-t, n-gga stay in your lane
or put two-fifty on your wrist before you speak of my name
i’m throwing racks at ace of diamonds
man that’s nothing to me
’cause all my n-ggas stay shining
yeah that’s something to see
yo khuli chana, tell them what we done seen
i’m at my maftown height, i knock the life out your jeans
ey yo you died at sample stage like a ? sneaker
you don’t f-ck with me, well i don’t f-ck with you either
i see the evil in your eyes when it comes to this feature
but i’m with my angel in disguise
’cause i decided to keep her

la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)
la la la (oh oh)

[hook]

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