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letra de heavy heavy - fekky & haile

heavy heavy lyrics
wake up, chase the bag that’s the regime
heard we getting money now they all on me
i’m like, i might floss some ice on my baked beans
i smell them haters all they do is talk on me
just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (they gon’ hate)
i feed the family, you spending money, and she ain’t even your bae

i was in the six-forty-five like quarter to seven
them times i used to push it like salt and pepper
i was all about my money, didn’t care ’bout opps
then n-ggas got jealous and the straps got copped
they gon’ wait ’til i die then call me a legend
or bang me in jail then slam me a sentence
you see, summer ’14 that was one to remember
these n-ggas talk about the ting but i’m really a member
these n-ggas so full of hate tryna f-ck up the bread
i got a whip full of smoke, make ’em run to the feds
i ain’t doing it for likes, let him gas up his head
you know it’s one more strike then p-ssy fi, dead
it’s like, i ain’t since n-ggas in a minute
ain’t partied in a minute
i’m groeing up man i’m starting to admit it
and they really try take me for a timid
push me to the limit
like i wasn’t bussin’ macs on a pivot
wake up, chase the bag that’s the regime
heard we getting money now they all on me
i’m like, i might floss some ice on my baked beans
i smell them haters all they do is talk on me
just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (they gon’ hate)
i feed the family, you spending money, and she ain’t even your bae
wake up, chase the bag that’s the regime
heard we getting money now they all on me
i’m like, i might floss some ice on my baked beans
i smell them haters all they do is talk on me
just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (they gon’ hate)
i feed the family, you spending money, and she ain’t even your bae

i come from bruddas tryna burst me
to giving out turkeys
we was giving outside lurking
now i’m moving with a purpose
might rock jordans or shoes on a church ting
on the right side of thirty
i’ll do a do man dirty
move sick like lergies
gal sweet like weathers
that back off i’m nervous
back shots with my shirt off
these days i read books
meditate in the sauna
skrrt, skrrt, then i skrrt off
i’m that brudda you should learn from
’cause i’m dirty, try to cross me like burberry
but the wap game entry, took him to school like nursery
i got these opps in the bed, cracking jokes with nurses
i just copped five acres, started out robbing purses
ten k for this verses, ten k on these curtains
spent a milli’ on a yard, and i done it on purpose
i got these snakes in the grass, man they moving all nervous
man, i heard he got shot, bu-bu, buk-buk, bang
wake up, chase the bag that’s the regime
heard we getting money now they all on me
i’m like, i might floss some ice on my baked beans
i smell them haters all they do is talk on me
just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (they gon’ hate)
i feed the family, you spending money, and she ain’t even your bae
wake up, chase the bag that’s the regime
heard we getting money now they all on me
i’m like, i might floss some ice on my baked beans
i smell them haters all they do is talk on me
just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (they gon’ hate)
i feed the family, you spending money, and she ain’t even your bae

- fekky haile

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