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letra de same clothes as yesterday - goldlink

[verse 1: ciscero]
i show these n-ggas what i’m worth everyday
i thank jesus ’cause he keep me blessed, man
n-ggas get murked everyday
my people that’s gone
’cause they made me strong
even though that they hurt everyday
told my momma i’ma be somebody
but she told me to go to church everyday
i’m makin’ things work everyday
i’m gettin’ closer to food that’s booster flow
i’m wakin’ everybody up that’s rooster flow
and you ain’t i you just booty, moe
you ain’t fly, you just rufio
i’m in the backseat of a black jeep
feelin’ cl-ssy
duckin’ shots from these n-ggas wanna trap me (ayy)
actin’ like they gettin’ at me (ayy)
but all the n-ggas do is at me (ayy)
fly as i’m ‘posed to be
y’all just some hoes to be, lines in my holstery
i ain’t got time to be rhymin’ for groceries (ayy)
time’s been so good to me
i’ve been in ovaries
got so many girls like i’ve been in jodeci (ayy)
and there’s so many relationships
i still ain’t as wise as i ‘posed to be
devil be tryin’ these rappers and groceries
man it’s crazy how n-ggas need devil worship to keep up
cheap stuff, i’m so 301 mo, my jeans cuffed
i’m still lookin’ like i’m a brooklyn prince
i don’t know what i’m on the brink of
i’m doin’ rap tours like i’m rookie vince
my mom had a stroke ten years ago
and she ain’t really been cookin’ since i tell her

[chorus: goldlink]
all my n-ggas stay wildin’ in this b-tch
all this bullsh-t happened, i still smile through the sh-t
i ain’t really really even supposed to be here
they don’t want me here but i ain’t ’bout to leave here (what what what)
all my n-ggas stay wildin’ in this b-tch
all this bullsh-t happened, i still smile through the sh-t
i ain’t really really even supposed to be here
they don’t want me here but i ain’t ’bout to leave here (what what what)

[refrain: goldlink]
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, my n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, my n-gga

[verse 2: goldlink]
ridin’ ’round and my car’s low, n-gga, what you waitin’ for?
big d-ck in her tonsils, yeah, i got a big ego, hoe
ridin’ ’round and my b-tch high and grip her thighs, i might f-ck that right
wildin’ out, i might make her mine, might f-ck around, i might blow her high
go k!ll a n-gga, be a real n-gga, still rock put it for a k!ll figure
never trust a hoe ’cause she’s gon’ f-ck whoever feels bigger
see seat to my c n-ggas, big sunny he beat n-ggas
i don’t give no f-ck now, i might just come around start heatin’ n-ggas
f-ck you fake -ss rap n-ggas, like big reese might slap n-ggas
all you n-ggas my children now but i ain’t even ’bout to tax n-ggas
f-ck her ride her p-ssion (ayy), all talk ain’t no action (ayy)
no no feel no type of way, momma said you better pray
for these little d.c. boys, you might get hit with a stray
congress parked at mlk, they’ll just give us any day
man, a lot been on my mind, like how y’all feel when i die
everybody gon’ cry, go head just go build my shrine

[refrain: goldlink]
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, my n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, my n-gga

- goldlink

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