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letra de ​i cant waste it - ​deepinparis

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[chorus: deepinparis]
i said it’s too much to waste
i can’t waste it, uh
you know i can’t take it, uh
it’s so real, i cannot fake it
it’s so real, i can’t replace it
i never fold, i’m always waitin’
all these shots will leave him faceless
i got this sh-t on me
i got a chop got this sh-t on me okay
we gon’ air it out broad day
hunid shots and they come at your face
i’m finna chop that body up
i’m finna get to them racks, so what?
i’m finna get to them racks so hard and make them b-tches double up

[verse 1: 1crusafix]
i just chase the racks b-tch
f-ck that b-tch she ratchet
yeah, i hold that piece up, pray i do not blast it
i’m with dip, told that p-ssy rest in peace
got your b-tch, she neckin’ mе
booted off the lsd
i just swervеd and crashed the benz
she wanna f-ck, she lost her chance
i’m so high i cannot stand
i’m so high i cannot land
i can’t switch up on my gang
one shot blowin’ out his brain
promise i won’t never change
talking town you is a lame
[bridge: deepinparis, 1crusafix]
i can’t waste it, uh
you know i can’t take it, uh
it’s so real, i cannot fake it
it’s so real, i can’t replace it
i’m with dip, told that p-ssy rest in peace
got your b-tch she neckin’ me
booted off the lsd

[verse 2: akkiro]
why you wearing fake clothes what’s the meaning
b-tches be all on my d, i swear they always feening
pull up gle, hunnid bands, all up on the tab
try to be like me, but you can’t now you looking sad
putting money on the table, b-tch i’m stacking benjamin’s
b-tch i roll up on my gas while i rock foreign vetements
i-i don’t ever do commitments, only friends with presidents
b-tch i’m doubling everything you got up in yo bag now

[chorus: deepinparis]
i said it’s too much to waste
i can’t waste it, uh
you know i can’t take it, uh
it’s so real, i cannot fake it
it’s so real, i can’t replace it
i never fold, i’m always waitin’
all these shots will leave him faceless
i got this sh-t on me
i got a chop got this sh-t on me okay
we gon’ air it out broad day
hunid shots and they come at your face
i’m finna chop that body up
i’m finna get to them racks, so what?
i’m finna get to them racks so hard and make them b-tches double up

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