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letra de on some shit - g.t.

[intro]
kcg, boy you k!lling em

[verse 1]
i hate when them blue hunnids fresh out the bank
going through some real sh-t, got me looking for drank
my lil n-gga a demon, his mama think he a saint
getting too hot for a rental so we gone hop on a freight
n-gga, you was chilling at the crib, we was all down the way
know we high, crossing state lines on michigan plates
n-gga, get that bread, do whatever it take
how would i look coming home with no food on my plate?
chain rose gold, they cost sixty, rollie plain cost fifty
yeah, i know the streets get tricky, i be with the slime chilling
yeah i’m a rapper but i’m still in thе slums with a buck fifty
if i ain’t got my gun in the club you get buck fifty
pull up with your trunk in the front, pull off quick
i’m tirеd of being humble, man these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
amiris on, every pocket got a bankroll
headshot, d.o.a, n-gga, case closed
[chorus]
i was the type to get some money and just blow my sh-t
now sh-t changed n-gga, now that’s ownership
pass some sh-t to my kids, let ’em own some sh-t
so they can run around and say they daddy he was on some sh-t
i was the type to get some money and just blow my sh-t
now sh-t changed n-gga, now that’s ownership
pass some sh-t to my kids, let ’em own some sh-t
so they can run around and say they daddy he was on some sh-t

[verse 2]
lock up two or three states, fill up two-three safes
did it in two days, n-ggas know how we play
back and forth down the way, touch down, pick up case
safe and sound dude, we pour up cups, smoke some mia
you ain’t seen my face in a minute, i been mia
the only place a n-gga bump into me is the interstate
i remember times i ain’t feed myself but everybody ate
frowning deep down but it’s a smile on everybody face
a lot of n-ggas talk but they ain’t got no credentials
f-ck the club up and pay for the incidentals
the whips ain’t tinted but they ain’t no rentals
and them b-tches gone before the migo even get to send em

[chorus]
i was the type to get some money and just blow my sh-t
now sh-t changed n-gga, now that’s ownership
pass some sh-t to my kids, let ’em own some sh-t
so they can run around and say they daddy he was on some sh-t

- g t

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