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letra de foot potential - gmoneydt

[intro]
ayy
gang, gang
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
that’s what everybody say
gang
free the real
(ooh, 27club)
ayy

[verse]
two wrongs don’t make a right, that’s what everybody say
i don’t care how real you say you is, everybody fake
he can’t afford it but wanna flex so his jewelry fake
after we f-ck you gotta leave, b-tch, you know you can’t stay
he’d be lyin’ if he say he ain’t never heard my name
me and smitty five on a skit, that’s like steph and klay
walk him down literally, i’m like ten steps away
free the gang who fightin’ bodies that got sent away
trophied-up young n-gga, b-tch, i’m bouncin’ out a sp-ceship
n-ggas don’t bеnd blocks but politicin’, always sayin’ sh-t
just signed a deal, ain’t sh-t changed, i’m still takin’ trips
if my fеats can’t bring the trap, i’m gon’ replace the b-tch
doin’ 190 inside this benz, i almost crashed it
they ask me how i feel to be a joint, it feel fantastic
nothin’ i do average, guns get to clappin’
your gums always yappin’, but guns ain’t never clappin’
ayy, baby, i’m just askin’ for it, i’m ridin’ somethin’ that’s foreign
all my b-tches foreign, none of my b-tches borin’
back to back in court, i know the judge tired of seein’ my face
back to back goin’ inside the bank, they tired of seein’ my face
you can’t spell “million” without some l’s, n-gga, keep pushin’
i might have to up this f-ckin’ bl!ck ’cause they keep f-ckin’ looking
i can’t lay up with you, baby, if you broke and bummy
that sh-t ain’t romantic and that sh-t ain’t funny
if i like your story, baby, you know what that mean
you a bad b-tch, you got potential to be feets
i don’t wanna talk unless you got the trap at least
i know a n-gga who got life and still lifer, claim the c’s
ayy, ayy, baby, i just want a bag
i don’t wanna fall in love but i might if you got cash
baby, i’m too trophied up, first place, i can’t be last
i could do what he can’t ’cause these other n-ggas trash
[outro]
yeah, baby, i’m just askin’ for it, dead homies, i don’t want no relations
just put it in my hand, ain’t with the playin’
we could run up these bands
pop
gang
yeah
free the shooters up
ha
yeah

- gmoneydt

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