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letra de how it is - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
baby, give me some cash
come on, yeah

[verse]
that money talk, i’m on the phone with her right now, she told me pick her up
so if the boys pull me over, that’s why i’m in a rush
i be gettin’ so much money, it’s hard to keep up
we learned how to get it by ourself, ain’t n0body teach us
i’m like five hundred thousand in
i’m sayin’ that to say i’m gon’ need more than that to sign a deal, yeah
i hate n-ggas, i’m a hater, that’s how it is
almost died, you ever went to sleep drivin’ takin’ them pills? (for real)
she say she like n-ggas who got money, i gеt money like evеry day
i might get the head once, then just fly away
too many hundreds, i grab the money counter and count the pape’
i’m poppin’ out, i f-ck hoes before we go on dates (before we even go out)
bankroll, it’s all blue, i bought some louis just to match it
i’m from the d, my n-ggas grew up sn-tchin’ glasses
the crib so far, she think we pullin’ up to a mansion
the condo nice as h-ll, she like, “d-mn, this n-gga havin’ it”
tryna [?] shrooms, these broke n-ggas got me laughin’
i knew i talked to hoes before i even started rappin’
i was already countin’ pros before i even started trappin’
they started lockin’ everybody up for robbin’, we went to scammin’ (we went to scammin’)
it’s every man for theyself on some real sh-t
the streets cold, you just might die, n-gga, that’s how it is
they be the ones who end up tellin’, so i ain’t got no friends
if you ain’t never empty your clip, then you is not my mans
back to that money, i just went and picked her up
who is that? they ten deep with ten bl!cks, you know it’s us
i used to never have no money, i hit the hood and ran it up
i was already in the trap playin’ with guns, you couldn’t cuss
i asked your b-tch if she gon’ tell you how i’m comin’
if she don’t, that mean i passed on her, boy, just be lucky, yeah
oh, you ain’t never shot a shot? just watch me get a bucket (baow)
you’d probably k!ll a b-tch for the p-ssy, you like ted bundy
my dog be sellin’ medicine, we call him dr. sebi
you gotta find a b-tch worth keepin’, these hoes hot and ready
we treat n-ggas like they kids, put ’em right to beddy
sit back and give you a shot just like my name kevin
yeah, i’m really from the block
even when it’s snowin’ out, the streets hot as july
i took off runnin’ from the police, they was just ridin’ by
you play with me, it’s gon’ be shots fired, your job hirin’ (your job hirin’, and your job hirin’, yeah)
[outro]
yeah

- glockboyz teejaee

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