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letra de thoughts - guccin8

chorus (2ton3)
lotta thoughts when i sit in the bed
contemplating bout taking them meds
know a couple of n-ggas who don went fed
real sh-t coming straight from the head
smoke me a blunt and sit under the shed
never go against the words i said
went on a l!ck tryna stack up that bread
i’m thanking god cause i could’ve been dead

verse 1 (2ton3)
hop in the beamer i’m gone
i’m smoking on strong
expressing feelings in my song

tryna do right but i’m wrong
keep throwing my phone
like what the f-ck is going on

look at far we don grown
now we on our own
tryna make this money long

turn me up i’m in my zone
so leave me alone
i swear it’s coming from the dome (yea)
got in my bag now i’m on my sh-t
buddy hating cause he mad bout a b-tch
f-ck allat talking i’m tryna get rich
shooting my shot jus hoping ion miss

i’m on another wave
told my momma we finna see better days
taking drugs hoping i’ll ease the pain
f-ck these n-ggas i stay in my own lane (yea)

i’m on my way to the money
remember when they used to think i was funny
run up on me boy you must be a dummy
i went through the rain now it’s looking sunny
can’t f-ck with 50 so we keep it a 100
real n-gga ian wit all the stuntin
every thang that i say i don done it
go book me a flight and go fly out to london

imma flow until i’m out of breath
cause i wanna go put a grammy on the shelf
only 20 and i’m thinking bout death
i got it out the mud don’t need no help
on my own i’ll get it myself
you get out of line my n-ggas gon step
balling hard ion need me a ref
when i got right that’s when n-ggas went left
i gotta go get in my bag yea
i had to get up off my ass yea
show me a way to the cash yea
200 sitting on the dash yea
i swear i was living too fast yea
a lot of sh-t jus made me spazz yea
can’t let you n-ggas make me mad yea
my baby boujie cause she bad yea

chorus (2ton3)
lotta thoughts when i sit in the bed
contemplating bout taking them meds
know a couple of n-ggas who don went fed
real sh-t coming straight from the head
smoke me a blunt and sit under the shed
never go against the words i said
went on a l!ck tryna stack up that bread
i’m thanking god cause i could’ve been dead

verse 2 (guccin8)
i’m just tryna live lavish, get off my ass and i go make it happen
so i ain’t holding no grudge left that in the past, just want some money man f-ck all that bullsh-t
that fame drive a n-gga insane, that’s why i rather be hood rich
that mary jane suck up all my pain, why the f-ck you think i meant to run with the cookie
(fasho) you know i’m ready to go… strapped up yea i ain’t finna play with a soul
itzup yea, you can get smoked like a joker… the sprite flat go get some mo out the sto
matter fact switch the diamond get the whole roll, they ain’t wanna let me in
i had to kick down the doe… he ain’t living like that, boy you are a hoe
i dream bout big racks so some gotta show
i’m flexing no six pack, it feel like i stole
can’t go back and forth with that chitchat, worried bout me where the money for yo rent at?
can’t wait til i tax a fea, n-gga that’s 10 racks
i bought me a stock and it still got kick back
and if any thang aim wrong, i see who you hitting at
i stay out the way they like n8 where you been at?

seen me down on my ass, now i’m up like a bench press
ion need no cameras all i need is a big check
dropped a bag off at regions cause if i don’t ima blow that
ima call my spirits all night like i’m kodak

- guccin8

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