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letra de na na na na na - dj muggs, crimeapple & rlx

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[verse 1: rlx, crimeapple]
yuh
let’s go
uh huh
don’t forget, i was always x before we met
i connect like a fourway text, i want a check
blunt long like the nose of ganesh, i don’t fret
thought the song goin’ over ya head with a old wrench (wow)
i’m hitting chess, 200 dips, 200 reps
i don’t sit to rest, 200 clips, 200 deaths (brr)
i dream with the best and i aim at ya’ neck with a step
what you say, it’s irrelevant, it came and it went with the sh-t
when they pay me it’s extra, i came for they head on a stick
i stay in my elemеnt, clearly you stay in the b-tch
ain’t a stain on my leathеr, i’m made for this weather and stitched (bop)
the flavor was better, i’m flaming whoever
wish i could take the pain from my mother, the pain from my brothers (wow)
faded everyday out in public, dazing was nothing
look at how i made it to something, you hate it or love it
then you throw my name in the rubbish, you [?] (ay-yi-yi)
you do the walk of shame and it’s ugly, say that you love her
lose it all, make the sh-t double, the paper was coming (ay-yi-yi)
uzi and my asics are comfy, came for the money
threw me and they paid me a bundle, the shade i was under
shooting and i’m [?]
[verse 2: crimeapple]
yeah yeah yeah what what, what, what
flattery, people’s envy be actually gassing me
masterfully turn hate (uh huh) into a lithium battery (zz)
throwing sauce on a salary, you mad at me b-tch? (b-tch)
i coulda been a million things, but it had to be this (i just had to be this)
gradually flipped, turned sh-t to a casualty quick (brr)
actually rich, this ain’t no instagram pageantry sh-t (na-na-na, na-na)
imagine me miss, you probably see all i positioned out first
smile full’a diamonds on a island but i cried first
[?]
he smothered in pink gold getting dome in the medici (ay-yi-yi)
i get flown to other places, you get nothing but a biscuit (you get nothin’)
before the disc was doing numbers, every summer i was pitchin’ (whip)
had the kitchen smelling funky, now the listeners is junkies (huh)
we got our feet on y’all necks, ya’ whole stripper soundin’ crunchy, nah

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