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letra de stupid late - g.t.

[intro]
how life’d be if i went to school
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
it’s g.t., n-gga
ayy, yeah, ayy (d-mn, 2side)
talk to ’em, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
i wonder how life’d be if i just stayed in school (i wonder)
never picked up the tool (for real), never started bangin’ foo (for real)
i ain’t with all that tough guy sh-t, n-gga, better play it cool (for real)
’cause we tote fully automatics, you’ll be breakin’ news
hrrt, hrrt, sound when we slide on them f-ck n-ggas (that’s the sound, that’s the sound)
that’s the sound when we slidin’ on them f-ck n-ggas
got crossed out by my kin, i got trust issues (for real)
and you can gеt it for my number if i f-ck with you (if i f-ck with you)
just made a play for a hundred, thrеw on my white buffies (for real, ayy)
i’m sellin’ tan ’cause that white sh-t make ’em feel funny (h-ll naw)
he ran off, now he broke, man, i don’t feel for him (for real)
p-ssy-ass n-gga should’ve got k!lled for it
how it’s fifty racks with no ice in that? (yeah)
burr, got on my chains, ice attack (for real)
my face card hot, so now i gotta send a rack
that’s another quarter million dollars when she make it back
told my girl stop stressin’, you just pray a n-gga make it back (back, back)
make it home with the pros, chill for a minute, double back (double back, double back, ayy)
ask nun and crunch, i was young as h-ll pumpin’ crack (i was)
sittin’ in the spot all day until i sell my sack
[chorus]
ayy, what you need? i can get you good dope, straight crack
good blow, good lean, good weed, straight pack
a lil’ n-gga, big racks, louis kicks, prada hat
i came from nothing, all the haters really should be proud of that, yeah

[verse 2]
first time i saw a million cash, it f-cked up my mind (my mind)
i’m at the chicken house right now, i’m peekin’ out the blinds
to cop from us is like a golden ticket you gotta find
and every n-gga that you see me with, they got mob tie (for real)
it ain’t on my mind if it ain’t dollar sign
walked straight in, straight to vip, we don’t stand in lines (for real)
if you worried ’bout me, just know i’m doin’ fine (ayy, ayy)
rest in peace my n-ggas, let out all my n-ggas doin’ time

[chorus]
ayy, what you need? i can get you good dope, straight crack
good blow, good lean, good weed, straight pack
a lil’ n-gga, big racks, louis kicks, prada hat
i came from nothing, all the haters really should be proud of that (proud, proud of that, proud of that)

- g t

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