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letra de i ain't for fun - desam1

[intro]
yeah, no more pain, yeah
set me free, yeah
f-ck on me, yeah
hold on this b-tch wanna get a selfie

[chorus]
yeah these b-tches wild, they all wanna get a ton
sh-t on my balenciaga, louis and vittoun
f-ckin’ on a p-rnstar, rodeo with a gun
told these n-ggas not to play with me
because i ain’t for fun

[verse 1]
yeah, no vision like i’m stevie wonder
just like kanye man sometimes i wonder
broski wanna fight but he made a f-ckin’ blunder
like zeus strike him down with a f-ckin’ thunder
aye
yеah hold up
sorry man my b-tch just call up
f-ck this henney, get mе lean oh
pop another bean oh
turned me to a fein oh
devil i already seen oh
new shoes, they lookin very clean oh
b-tches average, they cannot f-ck on me nah
suck my nuts and my 223 yeah
thuggers in that jam, set that n-gga free yeah
[chorus]
yeah these b-tches wild, they all wanna get a ton
sh-t on my balenciaga, louis and vittoun
f-ckin’ on a p-rnstar, rodeo with a gun
told these n-ggas not to play with me
because i ain’t for fun

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m speedin’ in a demon, i might crash it
shorty say she love me, i ain’t askin’
too much money on me, gotta stash it
if he talkin’ crazy, let him have it
yeah, switchin’ lanes, switchin’ flows, switchin’ vibes
told that b-tch don’t call me, i ain’t tryna waste no time
mix the wock’ with the sprite, yeah, that sh-t my peace of mind
tryna put me in a cage, but i’m too hard to confine
i got racks on racks, these hunnids don’t fold
rockin’ all designer, but my heart still cold
lost too many friends, now my trust won’t grow
gotta keep a glock, gotta keep my pole

hunnid shots if he move suspicious
money long like it’s some scriptures
yeah, my life feel like a movie
but this clip ain’t fiction
shorty tryna vibe, but i’m way too gone
told her roll another one, put it in a cone
she ask me why my eyes low, told her leave me ‘lone
i been fightin’ demons, i don’t ever pick up phones
ayy, pop another tab, now i’m way up
told my broski grab the bag, get the weight up
all this pain up in my chest, i can’t say much
only thing i know is we gon’ run this paper up
[chorus]
yeah these b-tches wild, they all wanna get a ton
sh-t on my balenciaga, louis and vittoun
f-ckin’ on a p-rnstar, rodeo with a gun
told these n-ggas not to play with me
because i ain’t for fun

- desam1

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