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letra de lord knows - gunna

[intro]
(wheezy beats)

[verse 1]
sippin’ on easter (mud)
whole ‘nother breed, i can’t do no more features (nah)
i never met nas, but i still spit that ether (yeah)
get head from brittany, but i love smokin’ keisha
ran up a tab, i spent a dub easy (cash)
order more steak, gotta make sure we eatin’ (eat it up)
gunna on tour, i been all ‘cross the region (all ‘cross)
four, five, six, seven, a whole letter [?]
i [?] a backpack, but i rob peter (rob)
she swallow my d-ck, she a real eater (real eater)
i’m ill in the field, i’m the real derek jeter (real derek jeter)
trapped out my house with a nine millimeter (nine millimeter)
we treat these streets like the morgue (morgue)
don’t get no [?], take your life for no reason
count that cash everyday and at night we be geekin’
i don’t trust a cop, don’t you talk in the precinct
yeah, my beats are by wheezy
f-ck all that hype, we still coppin’ these yeezys (coppin’ this sh-t, yeah)
i’m not your type, i won’t fall for you easily (nah)
called elliott, told him “make some more pieces” (eliantte)
human races on my feet like they people (oh)
i can see you n-ggas hatin’ through my peephole
trust in god, don’t believe in no voodoo (yeah)
i promise i ain’t goin’ back where i used to (uh-uh, yeah)
[interlude]
i can’t take it no ‘mo, yeah, high to balance out the lows, yeah
n-gga, only lord knows (knows), n-gga, only lord knows
n-gga, only lord knows, yeah, you gon’ reap what you sow
you may cap, but i don’t
diamonds got a n-gga cold, diamonds got a n-gga cold
diamonds got a n-gga cold, yeah, diamonds got a n-gga cold, yeah
vvs’s got me cold, vvs’s got, uh-uh
vvs’s got me cold, yeah, vvs’s got me froze (frozen)

[verse 2]
new rollie, it’s a sky-dweller
ain’t on no budget, still wearin’ margiela
ain’t in no bucket, my coupe mustard yellow
told my b-tch “f-ck it”, ain’t no time to settle
come through in that ‘vette, it got twelve-hundred horses
go scoop up lil’ cuz on the run, he a felon (lil’ cuz)
we smoke it out of that strong, you can smell it
if your weed loud then my sh-t must be yellin’ (yeah)
i drip that sauce like spaghetti (drip)
i’m takin’ off, they didn’t think i was ready (f-ck is you?)
i bust a nut, let her catch it (bust)
i pop that sh-t, but they don’t get the message (they don’t get it)
i don’t got no time for no peasant (nah)
i peep you out, let you off at the exit
if you don’t get [?] and keep work, that’s a blessin’
rest in peace troup, don’t you ever forget it (troup)
[outro]
please can you not steal my drippin’? (steal)
please can you not steal my drippin’? (uh)
calculatin’ all of them digits (uh)
rappin’ the life that i’m livin’ (the life that i’m livin’)
young gunna really be puttin’ that sh-t on
watch how i ice out my n-ggas (watch how i ice out my n-ggas)
since fifteen i been spendin’ these nickels (nickels)
i pop my sh-t like a pimple (pop it)

- gunna

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