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letra de thank the lord - hariroc & lil tony official

[intro: lil tony official]
yeah, yeah, yeah (roll up some weed please)
thank the lord for every day, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? (gettin’ high)
(roc that sh-t out, hari)
i thank the lord for better days (really)
(shout out to that boy cyrus, he murked this, you know what i’m sayin’?)
yeah

[chorus: lil tony official]
n-gga did some flaw sh-t, i ain’t tryna talk it out
shout out to my n-ggas, the ones who passed, for y’all, we poppin’ out
woke up thirty thousand rich, brand-new drop in my account
i get money when i ain’t movin’, make deposits on the couch
i stuff cash all in my safe and i stuff d-ck all in her mouth
get your b-tch up out my face, she want this sh-t, i d-ck her down
n-ggas came through, tried to run me over like they couldn’t go around
got the drop and had to spank the b-tch, thought we couldn’t gun her down

[verse: lil tony official]
p-ssy better think twice ’cause i got this bling on (bling on)
i still’ll off a n-gga with my rings on (with my rings on)
from the jungle, i go ape, beat on my chest like king kong
chopper hit a n-gga house, his doorbell ring like ding-dong (oh, yeah)
yeah, lately, i been runnin’ from my demons
take a fl!ck, put drip all in they face so they can see it
if i speak on sh-t i seen or did, they wouldn’t believe it
i mapped her face while i be dreamin’ ’cause i don’t do cheatin’
i’m still that same n-gga, lil’ bit chiller, just give me a reason
i see brains, n-gga, left me chilly, after that, couldn’t feel it
been through pain, n-gga, i put tears and pistols in the river
i asked god for pity, but i wouldn’t have no pity for no k!ller
i don’t like to talk a lot, what’s up with that money, n-gga?
claimin’ that you gettin’ to the paper, i don’t see no hundreds with you
streets gettin’ hotter than a toaster, keep that thirty on you
my lil’ brother ain’t nothin’ but fifteen, still put that thirty on you
[chorus: lil tony official]
n-gga did some flaw sh-t, i ain’t tryna talk it out
shout out to my n-ggas, the ones who passed, for y’all, we poppin’ out
woke up thirty thousand rich, brand-new drop in my account
i get money when i ain’t movin’, make deposits on the couch
i stuff cash all in my safe and i stuff d-ck all in her mouth
get your b-tch up out my face, she want this sh-t, i d-ck her down
n-ggas came through, tried to run me over like they couldn’t go around
got the drop and had to spank the b-tch, thought we couldn’t gun her down

[outro: lil tony official]
thought we couldn’t gun her down
b-tch
like we couldn’t gun her down
got that drop, blaow, blaow, blaow
let’s do it
yeah

- hariroc lil tony official

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