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letra de ain't a damn thang - hackey og

[chorus: hackey og]
now my wrist piece froze
and my neck still cold
yeah, this lifestyle old
now my old b-tch mad
’cause my new b-tch bad
rocking last year’s clothes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
except the money won’t fold
and he fighting off hoes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
yeah, i still can’t sing
but i’m selling out shows
(ain’t a d-mn thing)
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
[verse: hackey og]
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
i’m still a loner
still wishing that i blew sooner
like oklahoma
i opened up a tab
add it to what i owe you
i’m at the bank with the teller
like, what the hold up
roll up
doing kush ups, she doing yoga
whoa bro
that’s a lot of sh-t in my soda
oh yeah
origami, i’ll make her fold up
paper swans in my pocket
with different phone numbers
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
she like to pout when she mad
lately with all this alleged sh-t
i’ve been stuck in the lab
probably perfecting my penmanship
making b-tch rappers mad
it’s cool, baby, lay back
shush them lips & restin’ your head
pull a gram up out the bag
and roll me one when i’m sad
and load up the mag
and pack an extra clip when i’m mad
bridging gaps, ain’t from queens
but my city a drag
and this a shouts to anyone
who thought this sh-t was a fad
[chorus: hackey og]
now my wrist piece froze
and my neck still cold
yeah, this lifestyle old
now my old b-tch mad
’cause my new b-tch bad
rocking last year’s clothes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
except the money won’t fold
and he fighting off hoes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
yeah, i still can’t sing
but i’m selling out shows

[verse: rkstr billy]
(and i’m selling out shows)
with my next b-tch
i don’t do no old hoes (yeah)
she cold like pneumonia (yeah)
her wrist be on froze (yeah, yeah)
basically we balling
just think of spalding or villanova (yeah)
i’m all in, no never calling
those feelings over
this feel like a sp-ceship
i pull up, i just landed in a rover
i called a opp (whoa)
and then i ran that n-gga over
he didn’t die
he just ended up in a coma
it’s looking like
he just swallowed some melatonin
and i’m nothing like this mankind
n-gga, i ain’t mick foley
i mix diamonds in some
different kind of jewels
i think they polish
(ain’t a d-mn thing)
the baguettes in this b-tch
looking like some pierogis
(ain’t a d-mn thing changed)
i’m a real flint n-gga like a stromboli
[chorus: hackey og]
now my wrist piece froze
and my neck still cold (yeah)
yeah, this lifestyle old
now my old b-tch mad
’cause my new b-tch bad
rocking last year’s clothes (whoa)
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
except the money won’t fold
and he fighting off hoes
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
yeah, i still can’t sing
but i’m selling out shows
(ain’t a d-mn thing)

[bridge: hackey og]
same sh-t, new day, new bother
no friends, no love, no gwolla
new chick, dad prob’s, no father
get laid, get paid, grip dollar, on that
same sh-t, new day, new bother
no friends, no love, no gwolla
new chick, dad prob’s, no father
get laid, get paid, grip dollar, on that

[outro: hackey og & rkstr billy]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ain’t a d-mn thing changed
yeah, i still can’t sing

- hackey og

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