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letra de same nigga - drego & beno

[intro: drego]
man

[verse 1: drego]
ayy, that lil’ sh-t you flashin’, i just poured in a fluid
five hundred, that’s your rent, we put that sh-t in a ‘wood
ain’t sh-t change, n-gga, we just got some fame in the hood
i’m still the same n-gga, i just brought the plug to the hood
they say ain’t no straps allowed, i’m still jim carrey-ing
we got more f-ckin’ routes than that b-tch harriet
i be talkin’ when we f-ckin’, yeah, i need merited
yeah it’s f-a-b-p-h-b, f-ck a b-tch, pay her bills

[verse 2: beno]
would i choose the lean over her? sh-t, h-ll yeah
will i put the bag down for her? sh-t, i wouldn’t dare
i clutch the pole ’cause i seen an opp in my rear
all this sh-t we did in two years, we really spent a mil’
we got the turn-around on dog and we got a deal
and we got the turn-around on oranges when i’m in the ‘ville
lil’ cuz hit the road just to sip a seal
my sister said can she ship some sh-t? i said, “you might as well”
i would give you some game, but you tight as h-ll
i can’t show her anything ’cause she might just tell

[verse 3: drego]
man, with this glock 19 i feel like raja bell
these n-ggas ain’t built to last, man, these n-ggas frail
i can’t even lie, yeah, it’s goin’ swell
this one route i got, heavy clientele
it’s like i ain’t smoking weed, i can’t take an l
yeah, it’s time to od, bring a wocky seal
this fast shooter that i got, i call him terry mills
catch your -ss on warren and bonners at the forman mills
it might be a holiday, my hitter throwin’ deals
a light fifteen hundred’ll get a n-gga k!lled
yeah, he construction work, yeah, he good with drills
three-hundred sixty-five days just to get a mil’
my baby turn around and turn around, he dizzy now
i told him slow down on the road, he up fifty now
martin lawrence off of life, he gon’ get the pie
then get that b-tch in the kitchen, he gon’ whip it now

[verse 4: beno]
we got that 1738, that fetty wap
off that one trap, made like fifty thousand, sixty thousand
swear to god i hate a b-tch that be always hounding
get that bag goin’ real fast and buy your b-tch designer
pull up and stunt on your block and play you like a coward
my old heads, they still rich, they turn it up off powder

- drego beno

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