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letra de hit maker - est gee

[intro]
phew, phew, phew, phew
baow, baow (flexin’ on that b-tch, hold up)

[verse]
yeah, with rece, slidin’ through the city, knockin’ —- his b-tch call
girl think that i’m cheatin’, phone keep chingin’, fifteen missed calls (foreverrolling)
all short and sh-t when he up bl!ck, have a big n-gga tryna get small
i’m on tele-court on my brother porsche off two timed-release footb-lls
left hand work flip phone, right hand whack big dogs
with a dirty doubled up muddy cup, same purple stuff k!lled jim jones
brick weigher, hit maker on an island, n-gga, i’m kim jones
real trapper, cook it outside on a hot plate in the freezing cold
different now, i have six figures, still grittin’, warmin’ up pizza rolls
reason i got a quarter million jewelry on my right wrist alone
fix the holes, put my mix on it, and i know it’s gettin’ sold
chrissy ‘bows i bought for twenty-four, and they go for sixty, sh-t
i ain’t been to sleep, been home to eat, or changed my trench clothes
i’m off xos in the red zone, geekers tryna get the rest gone
in my city, it’s so many opp n-ggas gettin’ repped on
and the first time, you get the best dope, but the next load get stepped on
and i’m ten toes, stepping for the bros ’til i get sent home
n-ggas been hoes since big clothes, calling young n-ggas they big bros
and i switched lows with a thick ho, tryna turn this fl!ck on
and my wrist froze, ap skeleton with the big stones
if it’s no, don’t grab no coat, that’s code for coke
if you talkin’ ’bout my worth was in dollars, i’m worth the most
i’ll pull up, tell ’em, “lace up that trunk, i buy in bulk”
n-ggas couldn’t beat me beefin’, they had to involve them folks
n-ggas toddlers, broke and live with their mamas, these n-ggas jokers
this ain’t no movie, ain’t no secret sh-t to it, i’m just the goat
keep it real, heard your statement was sealed, you n-ggas spoke
he ain’t feel safe when he got out that day, told his po
fakin’ like he want that smoke, me and him both know that he don’t
i don’t feel alone, all of these dead n-ggas i keep on smokin’ on
let’s get it on, you ain’t tryna pop nothin’ but a poppin’ song
and i been wrong, but i got right that same night and i changed my phone
i never told, never heard of no rumor where they said i told
i’ll never fold unless it’s foldin’ up luggage with heavy loads
[outro]
never, n-ggas known for bein’ nothin’, never doin’ nothin’ gangster
n-ggas never made no money, ain’t never made no noise on they block
don’t even run they block
mm, plus you n-ggas been rappin’ for fifteen years
and ain’t got sh-t up
free mo

- est gee

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