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letra de envy - ggo kurt

hook:
these n-ggas jealous i know that they envy me light his ass up like a christmas tree
this g-l-c-k it hold fifty i up on that n-gga he p-ssed down his denim jeans
long live my ? thats gone i swear that they stick with me
t-t-b-g-g-o all them young n-gga that’s round me they throw up them billy b’s
verse:
young n-gga stay in the field for that sack and they totin 2 nines like jj watt
in the back of the trap with the pack on my back and the strap in my lap hold fifty shots
heard you got a few packs we gon lay yo ass down everything in yo spot gon be emptied out
i threw away all of my pens and pencils i’m tryna go down a diffеrent route
i’m still on the block whеre they know not to f-ck with me for all my opps it’s still up for me
imma stand on the stage with them n-gga grew up with me in a few we live in luxury
try to reach for my sh-t must be stupid as f-ck like im o-t-b yeah they gon bust for me
long live lulu this c-m-p sh-t all these young n-ggas round me scoot up for free
boy these streets crazy as f-ck try to come to my side and you know we gon rock out
b-g confusing as f-ck cause when we gon slide the opps never pop out
every time a opp die we gon celebrate
fighting four cases i feel like a heavyweight
reach for my sh-t better not hesitate
imma up it and bust it he thought he was getting away
still in the field like im kicking for fifa these summer streets hot like a dinner plate
still i done bought four ferrari’s and still riding round with four 2’s on the interstate
that’s 12 hit the gas i ain’t hitting the brake
moonwalk on the stage if i can’t bring the glock with me
every show we hit the stage like a hockey tape
every beat i get on turn to a lottery
lil b-tch skinny petite and she pretty
i’m walking around with the d-ck in my skinny’s you know we gon scoot till its empty
watch i hop out the cut slidin a k with a k and you know i got big huncho with me
we ain’t worried bout no opps we invested in weapons i bet this x-d make him feel it
i got tired of the hustle start sn-tching and jacking i’m tryna go up to the ceiling
won’t stop until we hit the feds or a million
feel like i got luck ballin like andrew wiggins
been balling too hard might get beat by the pistons
yo hoe she gon f-ck with the n-gga who winning
lord forgive me i fell in these streets and start sinning
true to me i get the bands and i spend it
g-g-o diss on the gang and we spinnin
hook:
these n-ggas jealous i know that they envy me light his ass up like a christmas tree
this g-l-c-k it hold fifty i up on that n-gga he p-ssed down his denim jeans
long live my ? thats gone i swear that they stick with me
t-t-b-g-g-o all them young n-gga that’s round me they throw up them billy b’s

- ggo kurt

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