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letra de from the slums - g.t.

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
you’re now tuning to g.t. radio
you already know how we do it ‘round here, no cap
one more time smerf, brrr (smerf, this yo beat?)
for real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
ayy, it don’t matter where we at, it’s still getting sold up
the yay gettin’ swolled up, can’t forget the blow cut
came from the slums, now we hopping out the rolls truck
knew i’d had me some money when i growed up
the rap sh-t working, the trap sh-t slowed up
me, i never slowed up but still getting poured up
put the gold onе up, man, today i wore the rose onе
next day i wore the white with the factory froze cuts
all my n-ggas got it, everybody got they dough up
we just like the [?], we’ll k!ll ‘em if we going up
hop in, press the pedal and this b-tch start doing doughnuts
n-ggas out here dying for attention, they can’t troll us
we did it by ourselves, n0body can control us
my mans on parole but he still keep a pole tucked
your mans had a pole, it ain’t blow and he froze up
cuz tryna get him appeal, he ain’t fold once
cut from a different cloth, n-gga you is not a boss
you ain’t put n0body on, lil’ n-gga get lost
i remember i was f-cked up, i couldn’t buy a ball
now a n-gga balling hard like one on one in the yard
do you love me or do you love me not?
talking to the pavement while i’m standing on the block
life get crazy, sometimes i ask god why?
smoke me a eighth, pour me a eight, now i’m in the sky
i remember getting rides, now i can get a driver
rocking louie, i remember it was rock revival
waking up to an ocean view, i used to hear the sirens
had the last seat on the plane, now i’m flying private
d-mn near lost everything, people changed on me
i rock the plain jane cause the bussdown on me
i thought you’d be happy that i’m winning, it’s a frown on you
30 inches siting on the truck. i’m looking down on you
n-gga, i’m a boss, i smell like [?] in the palm
eating only steak, drinking perrier to wash it down
they don’t know what kinda whip i’m in, they just hear it growl
they ain’t need to know the business, run in there, make a sound (phew)
yeah

- g t

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