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letra de can't save you - durhinnit

[intro]
self-motivated, baby
how can i tell you that i cannot save ya? (the best innit)

[pre-chorus]
i don’t need a round of applause, self-motivated, baby
off a pill, activated
drug help, advocated
run up, you’re done
get a lawyer, pending, catch another, aggravated
b-tch, i’m one of them ones
pulled up black truck, know that b-tch armor-plated

[chorus]
two chain, two chains
i’m countin’ racks in the back of the mulsanne
i spend your whole f-ckin’ rent on a table for two at the motherf-ckin’ blue flame
it’s gettin’ to that point in my life where i pop in the cut with a whole f-ckin’ boo thang
scr-p in slides, no shoe string
heart on my sleevе, i just hope you defend it
managеment f-cked me over, now i just stay independent
real tone geeked, like, barely
thirty my clip, know my glock got extensions
i’m out the mix, i don’t pay no attention
folks on my d-ck who be hatin’ get mentioned
i send a blitz, know them boys on a mission
gia-certified, diamonds be hittin’
[verse]
how can i tell you that i cannot save ya?
not focused on sh-t, i’m addicted to paper
i put a beam on my glock and sh-t
ain’t no f-ckin’ way that you duckin’ that laser
i be from the ‘ham, real 205 baby
ain’t cuffin no thot, these hoes drive me crazy
work hard, sh-t, i could never be lazy
boy want a feat’? gotta send me a payment
run with that big sh-t, you cannot tame it
passing out bullets like motherf-ckin’ brady
b-tch give me top in a wraith
160 on interstate sh-t, nah, i’m actually faded
dunk on that b-tch like i’m tracy mcgrady
pour up the syrup, thanksgiving like gravy
poppin’ my sh-t, give a f-ck if they hate me
just like a xbox, b-tch, she be playin’

[pre-chorus]
i don’t need a round of applause, self motivated, baby
off a pill, activated
drug help, advocated
run up, you’re done
get a lawyer, pending, catch another, aggravated
b-tch, i’m one of them ones
pulled up black truck, know that b-tch armor-plated (the best innit)
[chorus]
two chain, two chains
i’m countin’ racks in the back of the mulsanne
i spend your whole f-ckin’ rent on a table for two at the motherf-ckin’ blue flame
it’s gettin’ to that point in my life where i pop in the cut with a whole f-ckin’ boo thang
scr-p in slides, no shoe string
heart on my sleeve, i just hope you defend it
management f-cked me over, now i just stay independent
real tone geeked, like, barely
thirty my clip, know my glock got extensions
i’m out the mix, i don’t pay no attention
folks on my d-ck who be hatin’ get mentioned
i send a blitz, know them boys on a mission
gia-certified, diamonds be hittin’ (diamonds be hittin’)

- durhinnit

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