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letra de mtr - hit-boy, james fauntleroy & c3

[intro: hit-boy]
i don′t make the rules
i don’t

[chorus: hit-boy]
i don′t make the rules, i just know the rules
play it how it go, i play it way too smooth
controlling my own wave, you just trolling
take the pic right now but wait to post it

[verse 1: hit-boy]
can’t be giving up the spots
too many real ones getting popped
cleaned up with the mop
i’m dropping tears while i skate off in the drop
nu.wav, yeah
you′re not gon′ like this, i’mma say it anyway
sh-t is real, way too real, we could be gone any day
it′s a movie outside, they catch you lacking in 6k
i ain’t hanging with n0body who ain′t got nothing to lose, i’m straight, uh
i don′t make the rules, i just know the rules
still got some friends, just took a head count of 500 blues
give a f-ck if you don’t understand how i move
caught a groove, now it’s no apologies
yeah i won′t, subscribe to the victim mentality
i don′t, get back like i used to, barely answering my phone
og jordans on me, hit-boy og in my joint
used to rock with n-ggas, hate they pushed me to this point
[chorus: hit-boy]
i don’t make the rules, i just know the rules
play it how it go, i play it way too smooth
controlling my own wave, you just trolling
take the pic right now but wait to post it

[verse 2: james fauntleroy]
why would you play with a n-gga like me? i′m serious
n-ggas might be delirious
n-ggas’ b-tches like me, they curious
see a n-gga like me mysterious
making n-ggas like you furious, really don’t matter where he is
n-ggas gon be like “here he is”, b-tches gon be like “there he is”
but it′s where it could go
n-ggas act like don’t know but the whole hood know
n-ggas say they gon see me but then never show
what these n-ggas gon do, i guess we’ll never know

[verse 3: hit-boy]
i did the beat on my own
i′m looking at credits, you n-ggas is wrong
tricking the public
i′m doing magic, you gotta come see the show
listen to me, hit-boy on the drums, hit-boy on the keys
it is what it is, sh-t really ain’t what it seem
keeping it fresh, i don′t see y’all as no threats
i ain′t breaking no sweat, b-tch i did a lot for the west (west coast)
i don’t make the rules
fooling on this track but n-gga i cannot be fooled
10k on my fit, five thousand on my shoes
i overpaid my taxes and i overpaid my dues
i′m good on n-ggas for good, i ain’t expecting no truce
and if you feel that in your chest then this sh-t directed at you

- hit boy james fauntleroy c3

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