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letra de nvr die - giosoja

[verse 1] (jaybuckk)
my money different color, b-tch
my diamonds different color, b-tch
n-gga talk on the gang, he got hit
you don’t know how deep this sh-t get
they ain’t know, nicetry really lit, yuh
.55 aim at ya ribs
my n-gga buu, crashout really k!ll
i’m high as f-ck, but i’m drivin’ the whip
b-tch know i got money, she know what’s the deal
i could tell from the jump yea i’m real, n-gga, yuh
high rise, and just scored on the wock finna sip, n-gga
why that n-gga talkin’ on the gang, don’t run don’t trip, n-gga
i ran the dope up, yuh
i’m high as h-ll, i just woke up, yuh
i put the racks in the sofa, yuh
i’m too geeked, pour a 4 in my soda
i got hoes every state, minnesota
finna ride round, with that .45 cobra
nt4l, n-ggas know that’s the code, bruh
i seen him, on his block
i’m linkin’ up by myself, yuh
n-gga i been gettin’ new racks
so my money got older
if you want smoke then pull up in real life
b-tch, i don’t beef on controllers
old b-tch, tammat bout “jay why u get like that”
b-tch my heart got colder
when i pull up wit the gang, n-gga what you gon do
imma just light up the j, yuh, smoke up the room
shot his ass, leave him dead right there in his tomb
smokin’ exotic gas, b-tch i’m all the way up in the moon
[verse 2] (giosoja)
my money really stand tall
n-gga, it’s lookin’ like groot
ride with the stick, i’m like what’s good
what y’all boys wanna do
my b-tch, a crack-addict, not een’ 21 yet
but the b-tch, think that she rue
lil’ b-tch know i’m back at it
and this glock, hit through his teryx
i feel like lil’ blu
seen yo’ b-tch once, then i’m bunnin’ that
but she still, can’t get no follow back
up the drac, n-gga, ain’t no poppin’ back
finna catch me a dub, ho i ain’t from pontiac
n-ggas broke, they ain’t een’ got a bag
uh-uh, n-gga & they die
these n-ggas know, this some real-right punk sh-t
b-tch, i’m immortal, a god never dies
aye, aye, aye
f-ck u thought b-tch, u can’t k!ll a god
yeah, uh-huh, she wan’ hop in the whip, or the ride
these n-ggas sayin’ i’m broke, when he ain’t got money, he a bot
if he makin’ noise, then the glock make em shush
n-gga, no kabob
feelin’ like johnny, caught me wit the gat
kick her out, lost her mind she postin’ me on snap
step on these n-ggas, sum like a frat
made this sh-t, off a dell but b-tch i keep the mac
y’all n-ggas, is broke & bums ain’t gettin’ racks
whole gang full of shooters, take em off the map
no bandicoot, b-tch i think i’m finna crash
these n-ggas is scared, they don’t wanna rap
huh, b-tch
[outro] (giosoja)
these n-ggas is scared, they don’t wan’ rap
woooo
they wanna be, cause i got the bag
b-tch
choppa, n-gga do em’ bad
b-tch ima dog, stay with the pack

- giosoja

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