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letra de revenge - havin' fun

roll it up, roll it up
smoke it to the face i ain’t passin’ around
ten toes, ten toes
ten toes down but my head in the clouds
if you got a stack
throw it up, throw it up
brown hunnids all on the ground
she got ass and she throwin’ it around
made it clap woah woah with the sound
woah woah, woah woah
run to the money i ain’t never been slow
and i been cold with the flows
in the 6ix everyone froze
and i been hot, pretty girls takin’ shots
bredrins up in the spot
bottle pop, two o’clock, on the dot
every other tracks a bop
everybody hips are movin’
every other ting’s a ten
phone’s on two percent
but f-ck it we vibe, i’m him
f-ck it we vibe, i’m him
they see us puttin it on
i know they know what it is
give a f-ck bout’ the win
we only came for revenge
way back then i was tryna run away with it
sayless and stay blessed, my motto
ran my way up, hustle up, got a way with it
f-ck tomorrow, i be yellin’ out yolo
dodging ’em thots, they all be wildin’ out
we gon’ go poppin’ ’em bottles at the club
ridin’ around the city
hop in, hot out mercedes
money up now, they wanna f-ck
light up blunts no passin’
f-ck up rodeo, i’m cashin’
starving motherf-cker, no manners
right here right now, no later
i’m awake, my eyes are wide open
see right through you
got that vision, need more of ’em
prada and christian dior, i want more of ’em
studio cooking, ain’t n0body open the door then
still high as sh-t, still fresh off a trip
need some more bottles that don’t got a lid
took too much shots cause i’m known not to miss
b-tch don’t get it tested, you know i don’t miss
keepin my eye on the jackpot
i put that case in my catalogue
i say we made it from scratch like a matchbox
put paradise in my backdrop
b-tch, i’m camera ready
better go keep that steady
i move too quick for the views
shout out my side give a f-ck what they choose
i’m tryna find peace yeah the clue
i hold this sh-t together lil’ b-tch i’m the glue
puff and blow up in the whip with the troops
b-tch don’t get no f-ckin’ ash on my shoes
rolled it tight now that sh-t can’t get loose
b-tch i can’t loose sh-t cause i’m chosen
everyday i’m comin’ in with smoke
i skipped the least cause i do the most
bringin’ the p’s b-tch i’m tryna coast
i’m ballin’ overtime, you gettin’ posterized
i’m overseas i’m gon cut the line
imma be back for the summertime
please tell me that you still one of mine
roll it up, roll it up
smoke it to the face i ain’t passin’ around
ten toes, ten toes
ten toes down but my head in the clouds
if you got a stack
throw it up, throw it up
brown hunnids all on the ground
she got ass and she throwin’ it around
made it clap woah woah with the sound
woah woah, woah woah
run to the money i ain’t never been slow
and i been cold with the flows
in the 6ix everyone froze
and i been hot, pretty girls takin’ shots
bedrooms up in the spot
bottle pop, two o’clock, on the dot
every other tracks a bop
everybody hips are movin’
every other ting’s a ten
phone’s on two percent
but f-ck it we vibe, i’m him
f-ck it we vibe, i’m him
they see us putting’ it on
i know they know what is is
give a f-ck bout’ the win
we only came for revenge

- havin fun

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