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letra de tryn get rich - drose (nj)

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intro:
shoutout [?]
shoutout [?]
uh

chorus:
i ain’t going outside, i ain’t taking no pics
if you ain’t the guys, then go eat a d-ck
i’m on the grind; i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch
only thing on my mind is tryn’ get rich

outfit costs that start with the kicks
i got on rick‘s; this ain’t ’bout sh-t
i still’ll come through bounce out switch
i’m a n-gga that rap, but i stay on ’em hits

verse 1:
dissin’ my guys, you know how that get
it’s time to slide, so i grab my stick
he tryna hide, he thinking he sl!ck
as soon as we find him n-gga it’s lit

ain’t one of mine if he ever snitched
don’t slide or provide we takin’ his bl!ck
let off this .9, it f-cked up my wrist
that n-gga don’t slide, he stay on the bench
they get the belt, but they ain’t gon admit it
first n-gga to diss be thе first n-gga slippin’
when it’s time to shoot i’m the first n-gga cl!ckin’
2 deep in thе hot when we ride through the trenches

ain’t never shoot at me n-ggas be b-tches
but them n-ggas always got me in they mentions
don’t got no rekk who the f-ck is you kiddin’?
they love to wolf and they b-tches we hittin’

chorus:
i ain’t going outside, i ain’t taking no pics
if you ain’t the guys, then go eat a d-ck
i’m on the grind; i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch
only thing on my mind is tryn’ to get rich

outfit costs that start with the kicks
i got on rick‘s; this ain’t ’bout sh-t
i still’ll come through bounce out switch
i’m a n-gga that rap, but i stay on ’em hits

verse 2:
he was a gangsta, until we caught him
ain’t have his homies and he couldn’t call ’em
i got my pistol i will not record him
don’t care where he at; if we see him, we on him
lil’ bro jump out he gon’ do what i taught him
she miss her brother, too bad; he a goner
opps on their block and them boys getting slaughtered
we shoot at whoever posted on that corner

she got a n-gga, i say it’s fine
tell me u love me, but i know you lyin’
i love that p-ssy, she say it’s mine
give me that cat anywhere, any time

i don’t see n-ggas, i think i’m blind
it ain’t bout money, do not call my line
i miss d$hmoney that sh-t had me cryin’
i wish i could roll up and go back in time

chorus:
i ain’t going outside, i ain’t taking no pics
if you ain’t the guys, then go eat a d-ck
i’m on the grind; i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch
only thing on my mind is tryn’ to get rich

outfit costs that start with the kicks
i got on rick‘s; this ain’t ’bout sh-t
i still’ll come through bounce out switch
i’m a n-gga that rap, but i stay on ’em hits

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