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letra de struggle - deetho

[verse 1: kg smokey]
in and out the trap
really tryna bounce back
too much, three whips, how a n-gga crash that
slidin’ in the uber, ten thousand in my backpack
b-tches never love me, they just love when the cash fast
that’s why i trash a broke b-tch in a glass bag
slidin’ southeast, spark this b-tch up like it baghdad
i can’t trust a soul so i put the uzi in her handbag
put a honda civic on my chain, where your bands at
three of my n-ggas just got popped, where the xans at
pop ‘em they get bye, ho, we slide in with these fat dads
baby come and run it in for me with your fast ass
(baby come and run it in for me with your fast ass)

[verse 2: deetho p]
ay, ten toes down i made in too a struggle
hustlin’ b-tches f-g off, i made some b-tches bubble
choose up b-tch, come and hop up in this huddle
got some plays for you to run, like we made this p-ssy double
f-ckin’ with these n-ggas, talkin’ ‘bout they really pimpin’
(put it in my hand and i’ma put you on a mission)
i knocked other ho, b-tch get put yo’ feelings
i was broke, show some p-ssy, now i’m lavish livin’ (b-tch)

[chorus: deetho p]
i’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty b-tches on blaze
they always askin’ a n-gga, why i’m livin’ this way
this pimpin’ ain’t easy, but p i’m diggin’ the pay
the bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
i’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty b-tches on blaze
they always askin’ a n-gga, why i’m livin’ this way
this pimpin’ ain’t easy, but p i’m diggin’ the pay
the bands in the trap make more than you did in a day

[verse 3: kg smokey]
my momma still ask me why i’m still livin’ this way
i said “i’m tryna risk it all, tryna make us a way”
i love you baby, ain’t no feelings when you hittin’ the plate
my granny raises a gangster, i’ma thug to the grave
so keep it gangster p, these n-ggas really ridin’ our wave
all these chains wrapped around me man, i feel like a slave
put this d-ck in her face so it’s f-ck what she say
if i’m eatin’ then my millies finna grab them a plate

[verse 4: deetho p]
p, i don’t need a b-tch i want a b-tch
when that b-tch’s gon’ buss down and make me rich
sit her down, off a blaze, she finessin’ tricks
if this pimpin’ don’t work then i’m robbin’ sh-t
this pgo and i ain’t stoppin’ ‘till the world blow
gotta keep a b-tch, only ones gettin’ dough
b-tch come around, try and smoke all my dro
grabbed her sh-t, told her ass “b-tch you gotta go”

[verse 5: audiijune]
i don’t need her but it’s cheaper to keep her
it’s mister f-ck 12, b-tch go croak it and i’ma leave her
one eye open
when i sleep i keep the heater
n-gga you ain’t pimpin’
all you got is tweakers
you ain’t pimpin’
all you b-tches sleepers
and n-gga you’s a b-tch
all you got is misdemeanors
your b-tch live with me
‘cause she knew that i would bleed her
she love when n-gga run it up but really don’t need ‘em
i’m sellin’ coke on the block to duckin’, dodgin’ them j’s
she know it’s mister f-ck 12, but mister f-ck that case
she know i’m out here grindin’ tryna get us better days
but b-tch i’m on the run so you know i gotta keep me a ‘k

- deetho

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