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letra de motion gang / wavy gang - g.t.

[intro: g.t.]
ayy (brrt), yeah
it’s that feeling, n-gga, when you wake up in a penthouse, n-gga
(i love when cartier get in this b-tch, man, he motivate me)
rolls truck in the driveway, n-gga, lamb’ truck in the driveway, n-gga
(we was together strugglin’, that’s why this sh-t forever with us)
yeah, that big money sh-t (everybody, man)
ayy, yeah, ayy, n-gga (come on, come on, come on)

[verse 1: g.t.]
cut them n-ggas off, i know they lyin’
white presi’ on my left wrist, joe biden (joe biden)
white rolls-royce ghost, yeah, ghost-ridin’
glock hot like you stuck your hand in the oven
i be runnin’ to the— to that money, i be— uh
hundred racks look small when it’s all hundreds
wavy gang, navy gang, know you heard of us
cop more than ten and you can get the larry bird number
that’s thirty-three, is you slow? that’s the bird number
this a v12, i step on it then i burn rubber
[verse 2: babyface ray]
i got limo on the tint, lord, i repent (yeah)
really must be somethin’, hoes see me, take a pic (c’mon)
the lights f-ckin’ with my eyes now (yeah)
popped off, i’m high as god now
glock 19, raja, boy, back up (yeah)
tell her mama keep her mouth shut and her ass up
every time i see wockhardt, that’s my last cup (every time i see it)
that’s what i tell myself
i done sold a bag, i’m tryna sell myself
d-mn, my name hold weight if i scale myself (d-mn, my name hold weight)

[verse 3: g.t. & babyface ray]
i had to make some sacrifice (yeah)
had to cut off all my vices (yeah)
couldn’t take no advice (yeah)
i ain’t know when sh-t was gon’ go right
i was so broke, i ain’t know
i was so broke, i ain’t had hope
now i got six chains and they glow
three presi’s on, i ain’t goin’ back broke
million dollars off the rap game, million off the dope (yeah)
chrome heart chain to the floor like we play rock-n-roll
think this sh-t ralph lauren, n-gga, but it’s saint laurent
pitch cost five bands just to go and play the clock
[verse 4: babyface ray]
front door, back door, fake him out (go)
started with a crumb, but i made a lot (crumb)
crib in the ‘burbs, used to play the block
play it safe, n-ggas love to hate, so i take the glock (yeah)
n-ggas lost, worried what i’m doin’, i’m just chasin’ guap
my young bull, he an artiste, he’ll paint an opp
backends top of backends, i’m a rap n-gga (yeah)
san fran with my rich friend, sippin’ act’ with him (no cap)

- g t

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