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letra de everlast - favour abel

tottin’ my gun cause i see an intruder
pull up on that boy, like i’m rick da ruler
american sniper, yea i was a shooter
these n-ggas want lessons, we teach ‘em like tutor
straight to the head yea, medulla
need me a jeweler
to count up my gems, cause my neck got cooler
these diamonds enlightened, they talking to buddha
these n-ggas lame, they just type on computers
i’m in a sp-ceship, no looking back
light up that gas like a rocket, then blast!
he live his life with so many regrets
he flexing all up on the ‘gram
imma pull up with the facts
smoking all of the gas
puff, puff, pass
nothing good ever last

we gon up the score on the field
i play ball like i’m in nfl
do magic like copperfield
n-gga i’m chasing the mils
count up my money and grills
no i’m never gon fail
the police found no evidence
i live my life for the thrills
90210, the hills
we just popped that boy like a pill
he tryna push his luck
but this ain’t no scrimmage
yea this ain’t no drill
imma run it up till i’m a billionaire
these labels wanna throw me deals
take my money back in interest
then i pull up, and count up my yield
tottin’ my gun cause i see an intruder
pull up on that boy, like i’m rick da ruler
american sniper, yea i was a shooter
these n-ggas want lessons, we teach ’em like tutor
straight to the head yea, medulla
need me a jeweler
to count up my gems, cause my neck got cooler
these diamonds enlightened, they talking to buddha
these n-ggas lame, they just type on computers
i’m in a sp-ceship, no looking back
light up that gas like a rocket, then blast!
he live his life with so many regrets
he flexing all up on the ‘gram
imma pull up with the facts
smoking all of the gas
puff, puff, pass
nothing good ever last

we just flipped the money, quick maths
i got fans that pull up in mass
jim carrey, yes i am the mask
we wake up and count up the racks
setting plays like i’m a quarterback
pull up on the plug, got the gas
got so high, my car almost crashed
n-ggas hating, leave them in the past
these n-ggas hate, these n-ggas lame
they look like ronald mcdonald
that b-tch tryna play with my bottle
all my money, yea she tryna borrow
i’m harry potter, deathly hallows
i cut off that b-tch cause she shallow
i lurk in the dark, yea the shadows
that boy following me, like a cattle
tottin’ my gun cause i see an intruder
pull up on that boy, like i’m rick da ruler
american sniper, yea i was a shooter
these n-ggas want lessons, we teach ’em like tutor
straight to the head yea, medulla
need me a jeweler
to count up my gems, cause my neck got cooler
these diamonds enlightened, they talking to buddha
these n-ggas lame, they just type on computers
i’m in a sp-ceship, no looking back
light up that gas like a rocket, then blast l!
he live his life with so many regrets
he flexing all up on the ‘gram
imma pull up with the facts
smoking all of the gas
puff, puff, pass
nothing good ever last
nothing good ever last

- favour abel

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