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letra de pivot - glasxx

got these n-ggas sick they hating on me, can’t you tell, can’t you tell gottem

got these n-ggas sick got em mad they tryna put they weight on me i can’t dap you up cause you ain’t my homie

i can’t wait i can’t play man these n-ggas owe me i done changed most of my ways
i can’t go back to the old me no i can’t go back to the old me no no i can’t go back to the old me fasho sho i can’t go back to old me to the old me fasho i can’t go back to the, fasho

and they know i’m fresh from head to toes head up to the ceiling nose bleeds where i kick it i can’t fakе it i’m a real one

no they can’t takе me off my pivot know
they watching how i get it sick to they stomach they feel it different
different races of pretty women diigging my pimpin and i get it
i’m enigmatic and that’s a feeling, that you feel when in the building don’t settle for less or little stick out chest until they feel ya
it don’t matter if you little, stay down one day it’s gone get bigger oh yeah it’s gone get bigger

know you want me down on my d-ck p-ssed you off i gotchu hurt threw that salt no it won’t work. watch me plant my seeds in dirt
make them young n-ggas go bezerk

can getchu capped up off this earth ain’t got feelings ima jerk b-tches love me b-tch n-ggas disperse

threw that salt no, it won’t work on me no
threw that salt no it won’t work on me fasho

threw that salt no it won’t work on me no
threw that salt no it won’t work
stood down long so many days tryna catch a play they had plates i can’t wait ain’t it see it coming my way them n-ggas fake that sh-t hate

if that’s yo brotha give em sp-ce move out the way

getchu a plan cause one day them tables turn
look at all the bridges they burned did you peep that look on they face when i said it’s my turn i see that hate i see they adjourned

they gone hate they gone ask you for yo plate when you ain’t even straight

get to thinking back on them birthdays
you ain’t have no cake
they gone ask you for a plate when you ain’t eat or straight
you gone think on

back on birthdays you ain’t eat or have cake

can’t believe it how the tables turned look at all the bridges burned

them n-ggas ashy we went to classy
you got a couple lessons to learn

in a state of crime ducking crabs just me making rhymes, they hate me all the time cause they got time yeah i peep it all the time

pay it no it mind i’m on my grind stacking bows don’t play on my line
ain’t getchu whacked off ain’t got time ain’t just saying this ain’t just rhyming

but don’t mind me
cuz i’m just rhyming but don’t mind em them bullets remind em but don’t mind me
cuz i’m just rhyming

if they don’t mind me we gonna find em

i don’t know what i did to these n-ggas that got these n-ggas really sick and hating on me man but
ain’t gone let no n-gga trick me off the streets and take me out my position of power f-ck no f-ck that. i’m here b-tch

got these n-ggas sick got em mad they tryna put they weight on me i can’t dap you up cause you ain’t my homie

i can’t wait i can’t play man these n-ggas owe me i done changed most of my ways
i can’t go back to the old me no

i can’t go back to the old me no no i can’t go back to the old me fasho sho

i can’t go back to old me to the old me fasho i can’t go back to the, fasho
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-glasxx

- glasxx

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