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letra de intro - drego

[intro]
don’t believe sh-t but the balculator (the balculator)
tried to add the backup, it’s still calculatin’ (it’s still calculatin’)
i don’t fight, n-gga, what you thinkin’? (n-gga, what you thinkin’?)
this ain’t mgm, i don’t live in vegas (i don’t live in vegas)
quit playin’ all the motherf-ckin’ time, n-gga, count that sh-t up, n-gga
put that sh-t over there, man, got these hoes watchin’
b-tch, ayy

[verse]
picasso and da vinci, i be with some painters (blrrt, blrrt)
keep talkin’ like you with it, i’ma leave you stinkin’
i’m plugged in with the bloods, that’s some zoes from haiti
i been f-ckin’ on his b-tch so this n-gga hate me
shooter have some life insurance, say she wanna taste me
heard you couldn’t really afford hеr ’cause she high maintenancе
d-mn, homie
in high school, you had them grams, homie
what the f-ck happened to you?
you heard i’m f-ckin’ with them beans, all my dogs traffickin’ food
he heard i’m really in the streets and i ain’t scared to squeeze a tool
i’ma try to get you first, i ain’t scared to make a move
we was young makin’ the news, hittin’ the road with it on cruise
we was schooled, you a fool, we can never, ever lose
who the f-ck am i? nah, who the f-ck is you?
b-tch, she don’t remember me, so i don’t remember you
i be f-ckin’ with the—, shh, i be f-ckin’ with the blues
we hit the road at 4 a.m. and we gon’ make it there by noon
i ain’t gotta touch a thing, i just give it to my dudes
if you doin’ hand-to-hands, you a motherf-ckin’ fool
you ain’t schooled, need to move, let me show you what to do
man, b-tch, shut the f-ck up when the plug talkin’
i can get you wet up, big blood just walked in (yeah)
i’m just sippin’ on a four and it got me nauseous
i’ve been blowin’ too many pros, gotta be more cautious
when he said he wanted some smoke, that’s when a n-gga lost me
don’t make me catch you at his show and leave you in the audi
[?] elbows too, why your n-gga starvin’?
it ain’t no elbow room, n-gga, in that coffin
oh, you say you got the bag? how much it’s costin’?
oh, you say you tryna cop? come and get it off me
paid me a band just to f-ck, man, i feel like paul pierce
feel like the ’09 celtics, all my n-ggas ballin’

- drego

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