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letra de different - g.t.

[intro: g.t.]
yeah, brrt
(you recording this, mark?)
motion, for real
know we started this sh-t, right? (n-gga, bandman made this beat)
ayy, n-gga

[chorus: g.t.]
shooting stars in that big motherf-ckin’ cullinan
n-ggas wanna know the cost, they can’t even cover it (lame-ass n-gga)
first mission was a ticket, now it’s time to double (double)
b-tch, i got it out the mud, so i sip lean in public (for real)
hit the club a hundred deep, n-ggas know how we comin’ (yeah)
valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave ’em runnin’ (yeah)
blow this sh-t, get it back, man, it’s only money (it’s money)
and i’m workin’ every day like i ain’t got nothin’ (i’m huntin’)

[post-chorus: g.t.]
i’ma stack the hundreds (yeah)
i’ma blow the twenties and the fifties (yeah, ayy), that sh-t nothin’ (yeah)

[verse 1: g.t.]
walk in the spot, n-ggas workin’, 2pac
lean prices gettin’ high, we put four thousand in the pot
the yay don’t be consistent, so i’m f-ckin’ with the crop
and you can buy some ‘bows with some bitcoin, i f-ck with stock
or you can pay to learn how to cook dope, we scr-pe pot
you can see i’m gettin’ money, i might step in a drop
all them eastside n-ggas got the game in a headlock
we came up off sellin’ hard stones like we from bedrock
i got three rollies, but i still rock my man’s watch
i put in legwork, so you won’t never see my hands off
i count up all the pros, it’s time to stretch the rubber band out
before i wrote a song, i used to post up in the tan house
[chorus: g.t.]
shooting stars in that big motherf-ckin’ cullinan
n-ggas wanna know the cost, they can’t even cover it (lame-ass n-gga)
first mission was a ticket, now it’s time to double (double)
b-tch, i got it out the mud, so i sip lean in public (for real)
hit the club a hundred deep, n-ggas know how we comin’ (yeah)
valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave ’em runnin’ (yeah)
blow this sh-t, get it back, man, it’s only money (it’s money)
and i’m workin’ every day like i ain’t got nothin’ (i’m huntin’)

[verse 2: tripstar]
dope came brown, i bought some different mix
sell a split, go ten for ten, amg behind some tint
auntie always need a fixing, so i’m always in the kitchen
i might just go missing, in the trap, yeah, i got perfect attendance
g.t. let me take him straight to school, go find a plug and get rich
ever since i found my first connect, i never looked back since
i’m so quick to take a risk, you quick to snitch
i’ma hit, you quick to miss
turn an ounce to thirty-six, woah

- g t

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