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letra de lonely - gat$

[produced by santos of bluuzone]

[intro]
dah- dah…dah- dah…
when no one talk about you, what you supposed to talk about?
at least that’s what my momma would say

[verse 1]
if you a bad b-tch then get your eagle on
if you mad rich my n-gga go get your ego off
stunting like we jumping outta planes don’t ever get me wrong
could be siamese but please n-ggas couldn’t touch me on no f-cking song
catch me getting stuck in some cut where you don’t belong
type of n-gga, everywhere i go trouble come along
if it ain’t bout paper, please don’t hit the pager n-gga not the phone
time is money, and we’ve been broke since the chromosome
so f-ck all my haters that don’t f-ck with my latest
they couldn’t f-ck with my playlist, my new sh-t sound like the greatest
rolling in out camry, screaming f-ck 12 as the speakers blast
tryna keep the peace but yeah i keep a piece, nine up in the dash
riding with so much heat its a supernova if we crash
but they k!lling over color sunburnt if a n-gga blast
rash, i’m just a young black male, trying
dodge the f-cking jail and keep enough for the bail you know

[hook]
but if money, if money, if money just
fell out the sky, out the sky-y-y
it get lonely, get lonely
when you paper chasin’, i’l tell you why, it’s no lie
if you ain’t talking money n-gga what the f-ck you talking bout
(what you saying!) what you talking bout, n-gga what you talking bout
if you ain’t bout your money baby what the h-ll you hollin’ bout
what you hollin’ bout, you ain’t saying nothing but a word

[verse 2]
i spit that wonder rhymer sh-t, me and my conglomerate
rock solid like cold politics sitting offsides of mountain cliffs
yeah i spit that real i spit that real but these n-ggas won’t acknowledge it
but ignorance is bliss i spit that sh-t with no admonishment
so little miss black america keep tweaking for that scholarship
dropped outta college, it made me broke so f-ck that scholar sh-t
i’m popping sh-t, i’m poppadopilis on maury paupvich
i’m sonning n-ggas, never lenient, on your zenith
woo! i might be tripping off that dmt
dreams made this, but they won’t play this on no mtv
bet, i ain’t fit they demographic
but it’s backwards how i’m turning all my compet-tion to b-st-rds
kinda like how we turn millionaires out of pastors
we paying for these t-thes but won’t see greener pastures
rapture, we just some young black males
confused as f-cking h-ll, it ain’t hard to tell

[hook]

[verse 3]
motherf-ck america with three k’s, ain’t slept in three days
getting mammon three ways, the devil preying on my temple
got redemption on my mental but till i changes ways i’m getting paid
like tonight, what you tryna get into
strictly for my n-ggas, the reason why they fear us
is cause we broke gl-ss ceilings now they looking at broke mirrors
bad luck sh-t hem you -ss up quick fast
bust -ss on this rap sh-t, no rip, no tags
i’ve been a fiend since 1989
try to stop my lines your -ss ran outta time, tick tock n-gga
we got it jumping you -ss backwards, kris kross n-gga
win here all year, rogaine take the loss n-gga
ego or your life, think about it, what’s the cost n-gga
in the worlds eyes, its like we still cool after beefing
at the end of the day we still n-ggas
your gold chain don’t mean sh-t to the world
don’t think i am man dead it
make n-ggas regret it when i wipe em like cosmetics
n-ggas faker than prosthetics and hoping they break a leg
thats like giving me the burner and hoping i get away
truth…my b-tch a rider like sojurner
peep the history i’m k!lling b-tches 2 times, nat turner
break backs like bane, put yo -ss on a back burner
monday night wars, you looking like ted turner
lonely

- gat

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